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  DREAMER

  TRIGGER PULL MC

  By Addy Archer

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, businesses, characters, events, places, are used fictitiously or are the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is purely coincidental.

  Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, explicit language and biker romance offends you. This is not meant to be an exact impression of life in a motorcycle club. This is purely a work of fiction meant to entertain.

  1st edition published: August 25, 2020

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  BLURB

  When Coral sees a chance to reach out for help, she never expected to instantly fall for her savior. But when the men who kidnapped, held her captive, and tormented her return to release a whirl of death and destruction . . . there might not be a chance to fight for newfound love.

  Dreamer isn’t a softhearted man. But when he saves a woman from the hands of vile criminals, he willingly hands over his heart and unleashes a vengeance where their lives—and those of others—may become the ultimate price to pay.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  P R O L O G U E

  C H A P T E R O N E

  C H A P T E R T W O

  C H A P T E R T H R E E

  C H A P T E R F O U R

  C H A P T E R F I V E

  C H A P T E R S I X

  C H A P T E R S E V E N

  C H A P T E R E I G H T

  C H A P T E R N I N E

  C H A P T E R T E N

  C H A P T E R E L E V E N

  C H A P T E R T W E L V E

  FIVE WEEKS LATER

  E P I L O G U E

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  P R O L O G U E

  – DREAMER –

  “She’s asking for help, Dreamer. Repeatedly. I read her lips, you have to do something. Look at her. Please,” Ry, my president’s old lady, whispers in my ear.

  My gaze goes to the woman behind the wheel of a car that just drove up. And I notice what Ry just mentioned. The panic in the woman’s eyes is vivid and her lips move into a silent plea for help. What the hell is this woman doing in a car with Mrs. Long?

  Mrs. Long was in the passenger seat of this car and jumped out to start a rant about money that was owed to her son, Keith, and how Ry needed to stick to the deal her son and Ry’s father made. Seeing we’ve killed both men, it kinda depletes the whole deal, but Mrs. Long doesn’t know that.

  I gently push Ry into the direction of the clubhouse. She goes willingly and slams the door shut behind her. I stalk up to my prez and give him a look in a silent request, hoping he will let me deal with this situation. Stone gives me a slight nod for me to take lead.

  “I have a new deal for you, since your kid ran off and the old deal is in the wind, as is the money that was promised to you,” I tell the woman.

  Mrs. Long releases a string of curses before giving me a look of interest as she says, “I should have known that good-for-nothing idiot was worthless. Men stray. Chicks, on the other hand, are more loyal if you train them right.”

  Mrs. Long looks back at the woman behind the wheel who now has her head down. She looks as if she hasn’t showered in a long time and the way she peeks at me through her hair and quickly diverts her eyes when Mrs. Long shoots her a glare tells me all I need to know.

  Fucking bitch. I thought so; Mrs. Long is keeping the woman captive, that’s for sure. I’m betting the woman in the car isn’t the only one. The statement Mrs. Long just made gives me the impression she’s involved in human trafficking. If so, we’ll deal with it later. For now I have to attempt to save the one behind the wheel who is wrapped in filth and begging for help.

  “The one in the car.” I lift my chin. “She housebroken? If so, I’m willing to offer you a deal.”

  “I charge twenty grand, and I don’t take any returns,” the woman states as if she has a shop filled with women she deals in every damn day. I repeat; I fucking thought so.

  “Let me see her first.” I make sure to let interest ring out in my words and add a load of lust shimmering through my eyes as I slowly lick my bottom lip, pretending I’m thirsty for something I’m dying to get my hands on.

  The old hag jumps into action and opens the door, snatching the young woman’s arm to drag her out of the car. Mrs. Long pushes her in my direction.

  “Present yourself,” Mrs. Long snaps.

  We all watch as the woman sinks down to her knees, bows her head, and places her hands palms up on her thighs as if it’s the most natural thing to do when you greet a group of people. It takes effort to swallow back my anger and the need to kill Mrs. Long right here, and right fucking now.

  “She needs some work,” I state, hoping I sound unfazed about this whole fucked-up situation.

  I offer the young woman my hand—which she takes—and help her stand. I pull her against my body, the smell of her lack of hygiene instantly assaults me. There’s a lot I can stomach, but it takes effort not to fucking gag.

  Ram, however, can puke at the sight of someone gagging, or at the mere smell of puke. Turning quickly, he empties the contents of his stomach, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. With a wide berth, he stalks around us to come to a stand next to Stone.

  “Sorry, I need to stand downwind,” Ram mutters as if that’s the most logical thing in this insane moment.

  “Ram,” I snap. “Can you escort Mrs. Long around back? I need to handle something before I’ll deal with her.”

  Mrs. Long takes a step back, finally realizing she might have made a wrong choice by coming here. “We have a deal, right? You’re going to give me money and you’ll take her. If not, I can have another client lined up for her later today.”

  And I swear I hear her mutter something along the lines of, “I’m not supposed to sell her since she’s already taken but I really need the cash.”

  I gently take the young woman’s face in my hands. She looks so fucking fragile. Stunning. Even if she smells and is covered with what looks like weeks of dirt. My cock shouldn’t stir but this woman triggers a load of feelings coursing through my veins.

  “She hurt you, pretty girl?” I question.

  A lone tear slides down her dirty cheek as she whispers, “Yes,” with such a hoarse voice, it’s as if she’s been screaming for weeks.

  Utter fury crashes through me. Who fucking dares to hurt this magnificent little gem? One moment, I’m holding her face with both hands. In the next, one of my hands flash out, connecting with Mrs. Long, making her stumble back and crash to the ground.

  “Ram, get her out of my fucking sight and lock her up. I have a feeling we need to squeeze some information out of her before I end her completely. After you’re done, drive her car over to the junkyard and get rid of it. Fuck, I love having a junkyard at our disposal. Did I mention how fun it is to hand your balls over to an old lady, Pres?”

  “Dreamer,” Stone growls.

  I shoot him a wink as I scoop up the young woman and take her into my arms. “No worries, Pres. I get it now.”

  If I would ever hand over my balls to an old lady, the woman I’m holding would already be owning my shiny balls wrapped with a red fucking bow. No matter how much filth is covering this little gem, I can still see her beauty and it’s all mine. And I’m going to make sure no one will take her away from me.

  C H A P T E
R O N E

  – DREAMER –

  “Thank you for trusting me, pretty girl. I’m very pleased to see how strong you are.” I brush my knuckles along her dirt covered cheek and watch how her eyes briefly fall shut as she leans into my touch.

  It’s over before I can blink when her spine goes ramrod straight. As if she catches herself doing something she shouldn’t. I know nothing about this woman other than what she whispered in my ear when I just rescued her. A short recap of the facts are, she was taken, thrown into a cage, and left to the hands of people who “train” women to serve as a man’s property.

  She’s standing in my bathroom and I would give her some privacy but she looks as if she could crash to the floor any damn second.

  “They call me Dreamer,” I murmur as I reach for the shower to turn it on. “But it’s meant to soften the blow to those who find out I’m actually their worst fucking nightmare.”

  I give her a wink and she blushes, eyes hitting the bathroom tiles to look at her dirty bare feet.

  “Care to tell me your name, pretty girl?”

  Without glancing up she croaks, “We were supposed to forget our names.”

  I didn’t know it was possible for me to get any angrier and yet somehow another surge of fury hits me. Inhaling deep, I slowly release the air through my nose and tell her, “Everything is in the past now. Me and my brothers will handle it so you can return safely to your family or wherever it is you want to go. All I ask is a little time for you to stay here and catch your breath so I can make sure they can’t find you until I end them.”

  Knocking on my door and the voice of my prez calling me interrupts us. I release a string of curses, making the woman before me flinch. Well, apologizing doesn’t do shit right now so I might as well handle the man knocking on my door.

  Pissed off I open the door with a swing and growl, “What?”

  Stone, my prez, along with Jace, my VP, and both their old ladies, Ry and Daniela, are standing in the hallway.

  Daniela steps forward. “I should check and make sure she’s okay.”

  I give her a tight nod. “Later.”

  “It’s best if I—”

  I cut her off and meet my VP’s gaze. “No disrespect and I know she means well and all, but keep your old lady in line. I’ll handle my own shit and the woman I’m looking after is my property until she’s well enough to make her own decisions. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m kinda busy and won’t answer the door again. If I, or the woman, need anything, I’ll let you know.”

  I don’t wait for an answer but shut the door instead. Shrugging out of my cut and shirt, I throw both on the chair and kick off my boots and socks before heading back into the bathroom. The woman is still frozen in place with her eyes locked on her feet.

  “Come on, babe, back to the land of the living you go.”

  Her head snaps up, almost instantly dropping it again as she starts to wring her hands. Dammit. I hate doing this but I guess there’s no other way if I want to make any progress.

  “Name,” I demand, making sure to add a snap in my voice.

  “Coral Novacks,” she automatically rattles in a gasp.

  “Good girl,” I praise.

  I knew she would respond to dominance and it makes me wonder if they screen the women they take or if they’re just lucky. Shit. They probably kill the women who don’t submit.

  “I might like to add some dominance to my sexual activities and my cock gets harder when a chick submits to me, but this kind of shit I’m seeing right here? It pisses me the fuck off. And I know you can’t help it, and I have to use it to get through to you, but I need for you to know that I’m not the one in charge, okay?”

  She shifts and glances at me through her lashes.

  “You are in charge, sweetheart,” I tell her in the softest voice I can manage.

  Her throat bobs and there’s the slightest of nods. I hold my ground because she needs to take the first step. What might seem small for anyone, for her it will feel fucking massive. It has to be after been held captive and whatever the fuck else she went through.

  Seconds tick by and the warmth of the water is filling the room. Her hands clench and unclench into fists. Knuckles white and nails digging into her own palms. Dammit, fuck waiting for her to take the first step. I reach out and take both hands in mine.

  “Tell me what’s going through your mind. I’m here to help. And I would take you to the cops if you want—”

  “No cops. Please. I’ll do anything, but please, no cops.” Her voice is a rapid flow of utter panic.

  Such a reaction can only mean a breach of trust.

  “Mind telling me why? And I’m not complaining here since no cops means I get to hunt the fuckers involved down and kill them without interference from the law.”

  I should refrain from spilling words like killing people, but I figure a woman covered in filth who has just been rescued won’t freak the fuck out if I voice my plans for revenge on her account.

  “All I remember is being pulled over for a routine stop. The officer asking questions, then...nothing. I woke up, locked inside a cage.”

  “How long ago?” I question.

  “I don’t know, weeks? Maybe months? The days all blurred together into one hell. The first few days I fought Mrs. Long and the man who came to visit twice a day, but then I became too weak. They only give food if you behave and take everything away if you don’t follow orders. That’s why I’m a filthy mess. I tried to escape days ago . . . maybe one or two weeks ago? I almost made it too but they came out of nowhere to drag me back. I have been deprived of everything since. Except for two glasses of water and a piece of bread a day.”

  It takes everything in me not to release a string of curses and head out right fucking now and kill the woman who she came with. Mrs. Long. I’m pretty sure she was the one training the girls, but not the mastermind behind it. Maybe it was the man she just mentioned?

  That’s something the club will find out soon enough. I’m dying to interrogate Mrs. Long before I kill her slowly. But my first priority is Coral. Mrs. Long can wait; let her sit in her own filth without food and fucking water.

  “It was worth it,” Coral whispers before her head slightly lifts. “Because if I didn’t try to escape I would have been transferred to the other place yesterday to get ready for the auction.” She swallows hard. “The other woman I was locked in a room with was taken away.”

  I let my eyes fall shut and inhale deep. Vengeance will be bloody, I recite inside my head to keep my focus.

  “The other woman, she became my friend. She was taken away. Can you . . . please. Please try to find her.”

  Soft fingers squeeze my forearm, making my eyes flash open and connect with her stormy gray ones.

  A harsh breath rushes from my lungs and yet a-fucking-gain I soften my voice and try to shove down my anger when I tell her, “I’m going to take care of you. And when I have you clean, and a belly filled with food, in my bed I’ll head to my prez and brothers to talk this shit through and make a plan. I promise you we’re going to try to do everything we can to hunt down everyone involved and hopefully save whomever needs saving, okay?” I wait for her to nod and add, “First thing we need is information. I will get a load from Mrs. Long but anything you can tell me will help.”

  “I don’t know much but I will tell you everything I know. It’s a good thing Mrs. Long can’t drive or I would still be locked away inside her house. Another good thing being Keith, her son, not returning. She was desperate and going nuts handling everything without her son.”

  “Keith won’t be returning any time soon because he’s dead. My prez killed him when he was kicking the life out of Ry in the alley behind a bar. Ry is the woman you mouthed ‘help’ to. And just so you know, Keith’s body won’t ever be found, rest assured the worms are feasting on him.”

  She releases a deep breath and mutters, “Oh, thank fuck.”

  I can’t help but chuckle and for the first time I see a t
winkle of life shining in her eyes. Fucking breathtaking.

  “I guess it’s really over, huh?” she asks with a tiny smile.

  This woman. I don’t know what it is but I’m willingly under her spell and all I want to do is treasure her. I reach out and brush my knuckles along her cheek. “Absolutely. You’re safe here. And I’ll make sure you get what you need. All you have to do is ask.”

  Her eyes slide to the shower. “I do need some help.” Her whole head flashes crimson by her admittance.

  I feel the need to reassure her. “My pants stay on when I’m joining you in the shower. Nothing sexual will happen, okay? You’re swaying on your feet and I won’t have you any more hurt than you already are.”

  My eyes go to the visible lacerations on her arms.

  “Most of my scars will heal, the ones in my head might not,” she mutters.

  Without thinking I lean forward, place my finger underneath her chin to tip her head slightly back, and place a kiss on her forehead. “Those too shall heal or fade, gorgeous. It might take a long fucking time, but believe me, they will. You standing here proves how strong you are.”

  I can see she’s not believing my words but then she shocks the hell out of me when she suddenly blurts on a hushed whisper, “A man by the name of Tito put a dildo inside me. Punishment and preparation. Can you please remove it?”

  Motherfucker.

  My heart fucking hurts the way her words come out with a bucket full of shame.

  I connect our foreheads and whisper, “Sure, sweetheart, anything for you.”

  Without thinking I take her into my arms. She goes willingly and the way her arms slide around me in a crushing grip lets me know my comfort is a warm welcome.

  “Good thing you’re in the hands of a man who knows how to handle a dildo or two,” I state in a teasing tone in an effort to lighten the mood.

  A laugh flows through her body but it quickly changes into a sob.

  “Come on, let’s get this over with. Shower. Food. Clean bed. Rest. And I need you to focus on that since it will flow in order, but we have to remove the dildo first.”