Page 69 of Dangerous Attraction

Softly, I swipe my thumb over her cheek, instantly pulling away from her when she hisses in pain.

My eyes move to meet hers.

Unshed tears add a shine to her unusually dull green orbs.

"What happened?"

Her nose crinkles, and she shrugs.

"It's nothing," she mumbles, voice raw.

I shake my head, my hands dropping to her arms, which she still has wrapped around herself.

"This isn't nothing, Trix! You're hurt," I bite out, eyes flicking back to the red and purple mottled skin. "What happened?"

Her eyes fall away from mine, and she shrugs again.

"It was an accident, that's all. Honestly, it was just a mistake."

My eyes narrow, jaw tightening.

Sweeping her hair away from her face, I tilt her chin back up, waiting for her eyes to find mine.

"Did someone do this to you?"

Her eyes dart off to the side, and I tighten my grip on her chin, stepping even closer.

"Look at me, Red."

Squeezing her eyes closed, a tear trickles down her cheek. She sighs before her lashes flutter, and then her eyes connect with mine once again.

"Who did this to you?" I ask calmly, even though my body is wound tight, and my other hand is now clenched into a fist at my side.

She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, then shakes her head.

"It doesn't matter, it was—"

"Who. Hurt. You?"

She gulps, her fear-filled eyes darting back and forth between mine.

"My dad." She finally unwraps her arms from around her body, and her hand shoots out to reach mine, soft fingers running over the grooves of my knuckles. "I'm fine, though, Reeve."

My body's burning, vision blurring as I continue watching her, unsure of what she's currently saying. I can't hear her voice over the ringing in my ears.

Dragging my eyes over her bruised skin once more, I look at where everyone's bikes are parked before looking back at her.

"Where is he?"

Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head.

"Reeve, just leave it."

Twisting on my foot, I turn back to the clubhouse, ignoring Milo, who's still standing at the steps. I storm past him and throw open the double doors as I charge inside.

Fists clenched at my sides, nostrils flared, and chest rising rapidly, I scan the room, the corners of my vision darkening.

"I need someone's bike."