Trigger's Light - Carol Dawn Page 0,17

I was warned not to tell anyone about the letter I received. He said he was going to take me away but decided to teach me a lesson. So, he cut my face.”

Trigger’s face darkens. “Did you see his face?”

“No,” I whisper. “But I did catch some other things.”

Closing my eyes, I tell him every detail I can remember of the man who attacked me.

When I’m finished, I open my eyes and see Trigger on his phone.

“I sent the information to my brothers,” he tells me. “We’ll find him. Now, we have something else to talk about.”

“Okay,” I whisper, unsure of the topic.

“I know the last time you saw me, I was harsh,” he starts. “But that’s because I was being a coward. I wanted to push you away. I’m not a good man, little one. I have a darkness in me that can’t be hidden. When I saw how brightly you shined, even when you were being threatened, I wanted to be as far from that light as possible, so I didn’t destroy it. But I can’t stay away, because I have a feeling that you’re the woman I’ve been searching for.”

Wow!

“I’m going to scar,” I say. Because what else do I say after that?

“Yes, little one, you are,” he says, grabbing my hands. “And I’m going to kill the fucker who caused it.”

I want to giggle, but I don’t think he’s joking.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he says. “And I can’t wait for the day when you show the world this scar so they can see just how fucking strong you are. But we’re getting off-topic.”

I wait silently for him to continue.

“Have you ever heard of Daddy Dom/Little Girl relationships?”

I try to hide my expressions. I knew this was coming based on the way he’s been acting. But how much do I actually admit?

“Yes,” is all I say.

Trigger grins, knowingly.

“How do you feel about it?” he asks.

Well darn, there’s no getting around this question.

“Well,” I say. “I think it’s a sweet and caring dynamic when done properly.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbles.

“Uhm…And I guess that it’s a really wonderful and romantic idea.”

Trigger reaches up and caresses the uninjured side of my face.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “And what does your little side think?”

I can feel the mark on my face pull as my jaw drops, and eyes widen.

“What makes you think I have a little side?” I ask, dumbfounded.

He chuckles. He fricking chuckles.

“Call it, Daddy’s intuition.”

Well, he’s got me there. I take a deep breath and admit something that I haven’t told another soul.

“Yes. I consider part of myself as Little,” I admit. “But, for the most part, I’m Big. I have too many responsibilities to be in my Little headspace for too long. Plus, if I get custody of Brendon, then I’ll need to be Big Mathea and not Little Thea.”

“Mathea,” he says softly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. And don’t think that you can’t be Little with Brendon. As a baby, it would probably be good for him being with Little Thea just as much as is will be being with Big Mathea.”

“What’s your real name?” I ask, not purposefully changing the subject. I’m genuinely curious.

“My name is Mason Granger,” he says, holding out his hand. “I go by Trigger, but you may call me either one. I’m thirty-one years old and am the Sargent at Arms for the Infernal Sons. It’s my job to keep those fools safe. I had a sister who was killed almost six years ago, and I blame myself constantly for it.

I’m a Daddy Dom and have been looking for my Little Girl for years. I hardly talk, unless it’s to you, and I’ve killed people in the past and will probably do so again in the future. I think you could be the Little I’ve been looking for and the woman I’ve been dreaming of. I will fight with my life to keep you safe, to keep Brendon safe.

I happen to love children and do want some in the future. Once we get custody of baby Brendon, he’s going to need a little brother to play with one day, don’t you think?”

“I’m so sorry about your sister,” I say, tears falling down my face.

A gentle smile spreads across his face.

“That’s what you got out of all that?” he asks. “That’s more words than I’ve said to a single person in a whole year.”

“It’s really sad,” I say, trying not to sound like a baby.

“Awe, my Little girl is shining through,” he says, wiping tears away