Trigger's Salvation: Hellfire Dogs MC #1 (Hellfire Dogs MC Series)

by Crystal Miller

  I struggle to get up off the floor. Damn my fucking body hurts. I feel a set of strong arms pick me up from behind and then settle on my hips. “I got you, babe.” Tony whispers in my ear. That remark sends chills down my spine. There’s a need in my loins that needs to be taken care of very soon.

  “You hungry?” Tony asks.

  I nod my head. I’m actually starving. When was the last time I ate? I can’t even remember.

  “C’mon. Momma’s got some gumbo cooking. I think she can give you a taste test before everyone else.” Tony says as he leads me to the kitchen.

  “Hey, I’m hungry too.” One of the guys say. “What about me?”

  Tony grabs a box of dog treats from behind the bar and chucks them at the guy with the mohawk and tattoos. “Enjoy,” he says with a huge grin on his face.

  “That’s low man, so low.” Mohawk man says as he shakes the box at Tony. Everyone then burst out laughing.

  We make our way through the kitchen doors and what I see next amazes me. The kitchen looks like a restaurant’s kitchen. Holy shit! How much cooking does this woman do in a day?

  “Momma,” Tony says as he walks up to an older lady with salt and pepper hair and bright blue eyes. “This is Eve, momma.”

  “I know who she is.” Well shit, I have already made a fucking bad impression on his mother. Way to go, Eve.

  “Don’t be like that, momma. She couldn’t help what happened to her. She didn’t ask for it. Rush was supposed to be there to get her and take her home. He got stuck in traffic. It happens.”

  “At whose cost? That little boy out there could have lost his mother because of all of this. But you’re right, my baby. It’s not her fault.” She turns to me and hold out her hand, “I apologize, my love. Where are my manners? Are you hungry?”

  “Would it be rude of me to say ‘yes’?” I ask hesitantly.

  Tony’s mom burst out laughing, “Oh Tony, you better keep her. I like her already. Honest and to the point. Well I have gumbo and chicken stew ready. The etoufee is going to be another hour or so.” She turns to grab a bowl and start scooping out some rice out of the pot on the stove.

  “Gumbo is good. Potato salad?”

  “Now, my baby, what kind of Cajun woman would I be if I didn’t serve potato salad with my gumbo. Lawd, I love her. Keep her, Tony.”

  We are all laughing at this point. His mother is a lot like me. Quick with the comebacks and honest. That’s how you live life, in my opinion. We sat around the counter for the next half hour and talked about life and love, Alec, Tony, and so much more. For the first time in days it felt good to have company.

  Trigger

  The past week has not only been amazing but stressful at the same time. Eve’s dreams seem to be getting more intense and we are no closer to finding out who attacked her. Today though, she has been awfully moody. Not emotional just on edge. We can all sense it. She looks at one of us and we end up cowering. We can’t figure out why. None of the Ol’ ladies have done this to us before. I mean, they have had their fair share of pregnancies and still their hormones have never gotten this bad.

  I was waiting in bed for her to get out of the shower. I love the way she smells when she gets out of the shower. It’s like heaven on a body. I make a mental note to stock up on that body wash and shampoo for her just so I can keep her scent here. She comes out of the bathroom in just my T-shirt and a pair of panties. She has a seductive look about her. My cock is responding to it well.

  “Come see, baby.” I open the sheets for her to get in. Once she is in bed, she starts kissing my neck causing my cock to do dances in my boxers. “Baby, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” I say in between ragged breaths.

  “I want to.” Is all she says before she moves her hand down into my boxers and begins stroking my cock slowly at first and then she gets a little tighter and a little faster.

  “Babe,” I stop her, sensing the need she has right now is killing me. “You’re still in pain. The last thing I want to do is hurt you more then you already are. We can wait.” As much as I wanted Eve right now, the amount of pain I have seen her in.

  “Don’t you want me?” She asks. I can’t see her face but I can hear the pain in her voice.

  “Of course, I want you.” I say as I grab her and hug her gently.

  “Then, please give me this. I need you. I want you.” She says seductively causing my cock to become even harder under the sheets. “Please, I swear, if it’s too much, I’ll say something.”

  Her hand makes its way back down my boxers. She is making it so hard to fucking resist her. “Babe…” I start to say.

  “Please babe.” She kisses my neck while she strokes my cock. Fuck. I can’t resist. I cup her breast into my hand and start lightly pinching the nipples through her shirt. A soft moan leaves her lips and she tosses her head back. I take advantage of it and start kissing her neck and anywhere that is exposed. She stops me for a moment and moves her way down under the sheets. She has a better grip on my raging hard on and then I feel that amazing tongue flipping across the tip of my cock. Oh fuck.

  “Baby…” I grip the sheets; afraid I may go too soon. I don’t want this to end. Then I feel her mouth go around my already pulsating cock. Her head is going at a steady rate and she has the perfect suction on it that I may explode at any moment.

  “Get up here, girl.” I gently pull her up and flip her so that I am now in control. I take off her shirt and her panties and start kissing her. She has an amazing body and I am going to worship it until the day I die. I make my way over to her rose buds and nibble them to attention. I kiss my way down her stomach, being mindful of her stitches, focusing around her navel making circles around her belly button with my tongue.

  “Mmmm baby.” Eve moans, pushing her hips upward letting me know where she wants me to go.

  I kiss the rest of the way down and start kissing her inner thighs. I can tell she is getting frustrated with me just by the way she is breathing. It’s fast and impatient. I take a moment and inhale her seductive scent that she is giving off. Her pussy is dripping wet and looks delicious. I give her a little tease by taking my tongue and flicking her clit with it and just when she can’t take anymore I apply suction to it. I take my finger and tease her little pussy with it and then start ramming her while I still maintain suction on her clit.

  “Oh God, Tony! I’m gonna cum!” She screams while she grips the sheets and pushes her hips further down so that she is getting more of her in my mouth. With that comment, I finger her faster and suck a little bit harder until her hips start bucking all over the place and I hear a series of ‘Oh fuck’s’. I finish licking up the last of her and I climb back on top of her. She pulls me down for a kiss, like she wants to get a taste of herself. Meanwhile, I don’t think my cock can take too much more. I need to be inside of her. I need her now.

  I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly push myself inside her. I keep an eye on her face just in case I hurt her. The last thing I want to do is hurt her, and I will stop to make sure she isn’t hurt. Instead, she places her hand just above my ass and gives me a small push signaling me that I am good to go. I go in to the hilt and fuck it feels amazing. She’s so tight and wet, I’m not going to last long. I go slow trying to prolong the unavoidable.

  “Baby, don’t take me slow, give me all of you. I want it all.” She tells me before she plants a kiss on my lips. Fuck me! I love this girl!

  My movements become harder and faster and it’s only a matter of time before I explode.

  “Baby, cum with me.” I grunt.

  I can feel her pussy walls getting tighter and her legs have tightened themselves around me. Within a matter of seconds, our orgasms come and we are in a natural state of bliss. It takes me a minute to gain my composure. I don’t pull out right away, I lay there for a minute with my head on the pillow next to her, relishing in the moment.

  “You ok, babe?” I lift my head and ask.

  “Yeah, babe.” She s
ays in between breaths. And then she looks me in the eyes, “I’m more than ok.”

  I give her a kiss on the forehead and get up to go to the bathroom to get her a rag to clean herself up with. When I come back out into the bedroom, I find her sleeping. She looks so peaceful right now that I don’t even want to wake her. I take the rag back into the bathroom, kill the light and head to bed. I pull her closer to me so that we are skin to skin. This right here is what I have been missing. This is my salvation and I’m never letting go.

  Eve

  “Evelyn, come to me.” The dreams have become more aggressive; leaving me feeling helpless and alone. The graveyard now contains two gravesites. My parents on the right and on the other side of the large oak tree, is:

  Evelyn Renee Bordeaux

  May 7, 1990-March 30, 2017

  I’m going to die. I can’t fight anymore, I have no more strength left in me. I drop to my knees and pray for forgiveness of everything I have done wrong and pray for Alec.

  I hear a female voice in the distance calling me. “It’s not your time, baby.” Momma? Is that my mom? I get up off my knees and walk around the oak tree. There she is, my mother. Just like how I remember her with her red hair pulled into a soft bun and a smile that could light up the world. As I take a closer look at her, it’s not her; it’s the ghost of her.

  “Momma,” I stifle a sob.

  “It’s not your time, baby. You must fight. You are destined for great things and that grandbaby of mine needs his mother.”

  “I can’t fight anymore, momma. I’m not strong enough.” I cry to her.

  “Yes, you are. I raised you to be strong.” She smiles knowing she is right.

  “Can you stay?” I ask in between the tears.

  “I’m with you here,” She says as she places her hand over her heart. “But it’s time for you to go Eve. You don’t belong in this world. Change your fate.” Momma says as she starts to fade away.

  “Momma, please stay. I need you.” The last image I see before I wake is her smiling face. Now it’s time to fight.

  It’s been two weeks since my attack. Trigger and I have been getting closer every day. And every night we make love until we can’t do it anymore. Alec is getting so big and has really developed a vocabulary in the last two weeks. Mental note, make sure I talk to the guys about what they are teaching my boy. Geez. I want him to be a gentleman not a thug.

  I’ve noticed somethings aren’t right with me though in the last couple of days. I don’t want to be around anyone and when I am, I want to bite their head off. And let’s not get started on my dreams. They happen every night. The same person is there in the same graveyard as my parents and it makes me wonder who is trying to contact me. I haven’t been to work since the attack. My boss told me to take as much time as I need but I don’t know if I want to go back. Talking to Tony about any of this is near impossible. I don’t need him babying me anymore than her already has. I’m not someone who likes to be sha-sha’d and it’s getting pretty aggravating when I am constantly asked if there is anything he can do for me. Instead, I give him a polite smile and a simple no.

  There is a burning inside me that I cannot explain. I can feel it grow it stronger every day. But the last few days, Tony and the rest of the guys have avoided me, like they are scared of me. I don’t understand why. Does Tony not see me like he did a couple weeks ago? Did he get tired of the sex already? I know Bridget said before him and I met that he was not boyfriend material, but everything up until this point has proved to be wrong.

  Even the Ol’ ladies and my own son won’t hang around me. Maybe something is wrong with me. Something has to be when absolutely no one wants to be around me. This is bullshit. I have done nothing to them to deserve any of this. Maybe it is time for me to pack up my son and just leave.

  So, I start packing. I’m done with this. I didn’t need Tony before all this and I certainly don’t need him now. Just as I start pulling out the suitcases from the closet though, I hear knocking on my door. Immediately my senses are heightening. I really wish I knew what was happening to me. I’m acting more and more like a dog than a human.

  That’s it.

  I look down at my chest and see the scratches that are still healing. The scratches are what are doing this to me. I’m becoming one of them. I’m becoming whatever attacked me. But that’s just a myth isn’t it. That’s shit I watch on Supernatual not here not now. Then I remember back to the hospital, when Trigger was supposed to talk to me about whatever he is. He never did that. That fucking asshole, I swear, has left me to deal with all this bullshit on my own.

  “Eve, babe.” I hear Tony through the door.

  “Go away.” I yell. I don’t want to see him right now.

  “Babe, what is wrong? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what is wrong with you.”

  I pull the door open as hard as I could causing him to almost fall through the doorway. “You want to know what is wrong with me? Well while you have been avoiding me like I’m some sort of plague, I’m over here trying to figure out what the fuck is happening to me.” I scream at him. Tony glances down the hallway and backs me into the bedroom and closes the door.

  “What are you talking about?” Is he seriously that clueless?

  “These,” I pull down part of my shirt and show him my scars. “Have you not noticed that they are hot to the fucking touch? I’m not talking like they have an infection, I mean legitimately burn? No? Well, here Tony feel!” I pull his hand from his side and place it on my scars and his eyes widen. “You were supposed to talk to me about what you are but you have yet to do that! Now, someone is going to give me some fucking answers, today.”

  “Impossible,” he murmurs.

  “What is, Tony? Because I’m pretty sure anything is possible at this point.” I’m crying at this point. I can’t get a grip on my emotions but I need answers and I know he has them.

  “Babe, sit down please.” Tony motions to the bed for me to sit.

  “No, I’m good.” I object. I cross my arms daring him to move me.

  “I command you to sit.” I growls are me.

  And I sit. What the hell just happened? I’m not some mutt he can order around.

  “Eve, I don’t know how I am even going to explain any of this, but I’ll just come right out and say it. You’re turning.”

  “I’m what?” I interrupt.

  “Turning.” I look at him like he has lost his fucking mind. He can’t be serious, can he? “The stories you may have heard of as a child, the Rougarou.” Tony waits for a response out of me. “Eve, they are true but the actual stories are not. Werewolves, Lycans, Rougarous whatever you want to call us, we exist. They stories are quite different though. We are here to protect the people of Louisiana. We answer to the Alphas and we do not turn humans no matter what.”

  I look at him like he has lost his damn mind. “I’m sorry, you want me to believe that you are a…werewolf and that I am becoming one. Are you on drugs right now? I mean I know the thought went through my mind, but this is just insane.”

  “No, babe.” Tony laughs. “Somehow you getting scratched has caused you to turn. Turning for a human can be dangerous and fatal. That is why it is banned. A human can be scratched and only have a scar left from the attack but again, we are not allowed to harm humans in anyway. So now the question is, who is the one who turned you?”

  “And why does that matter?”

  “Because I’m going to kill him. We don’t know if this is something you will survive. And after only a couple weeks you are showing signs of turning. Babe, I need to keep you safe.” I know what he is thinking.

  “No, you are not keeping me locked in here. I’m already going insane lost in my own thoughts.”

  “I understand that, babe. But until we get a handle on this, you can’t leave.”

  “And what about my son? You can’t keep him from me.” I start getting defensive. I’ll be damned if he’s going to try to keep me from my son.

  �
�I’m sorry, babe. You can’t be around Alec. Until we have a handle on what is going on, I have to keep him safe.”

  That’s the last thing I remember before I saw red from rage.

  Trigger

  How am I supposed to explain all of this to Eve? I completely forgot that I was even supposed to talk to her about what I am when she figured it out weeks ago. I leave Eve’s room, ducking as she is throwing shit. I can’t let her leave. If she is truly turning she can’t be loose on the public right now, let alone her own son. I slam her door and try to lock it but she is on the other side fighting me trying to keep it open. Fuck, this girl is strong. I need to talk to Malik and Seg. They are the oldest in the Club and I know they could possibly have answers.

  I’m finally able to lock the door before I hear a huge bang on the door. I could see the wood start to splinter. It won’t hold her for too long and hopefully she gives up soon. I make like lighting down the hallway to Malik’s office.

  I stand in his doorway trying to get my words out but they won’t come. Malik looks up from the papers he is looking at. “Son, what’s wrong?”

  “Eve.” That’s all I can say. Malik puts his paper’s down and takes his glasses off and sets them on his keyboard. He gestures for me to sit, so I do. I can’t even process what just happened through my head, how am I going to be able to tell Malik.

  “What about Eve? Is she ok?” Malik turns in his chair to grab a file out of his file cabinet.

  “She’s turning.” Malik stopped what he was doing and slowly turned back around.

  “What did you just say?”

  “She’s turning. And fast.” I stare at him with a blank stare on my face.

  “How can you be certain?”

  I go into explanation of everything that Eve and I just talked about, more like fought about. Malik calls Seg and Nico in, I guess to be witness to what I was saying. When I finally finish explaining everything twice, everyone is quiet. The tension in the room is thick though. Everyone is now on edge. We have never dealt with a newborn Lycan. It’s not like being born into the Lycan blood. From birth, you are taught how to control yourself so that when you get older you can function as not just a Lycan but a human as well. But as a human who is turned Lycan, we have only heard of devastation and death. We don’t know what to do.