Page 72 of Dangerous Attraction

"I'm done," I tell him, lifting my bag when he looks at me.

"Good. Let's go."

He motions to the door, but I shake my head.

"You first," I tell him, not wanting to leave him in here in case he continues his onslaught.

He laughs as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"I'm coming with you, Trix. But I'll follow you out. There's no way I'm giving this fucker a chance to touch you again."

My lips part, but I feel them tug up at the corners.

He offers me his hand again, helping me to step over my dad. I keep a tight grip on it, as I pull him with me.

When we arrive at the clubhouse, Mouse, Callux, and Warren are all standing on the porch. Each of them has their arms crossed over their chests and wrinkles creasing their foreheads as they wait for us to exit the car.

Reeve reaches for my hand, squeezing it gently.

Flicking my gaze to Milo, who's climbing off Mouse's bike, I take a deep breath, then push my door open.

Stepping out, I stand there, staring at the men on the porch, and I wait until Reeve rounds the car and moves to my side.

He places his hand against my back, urging me forward, and we move together, stopping when we reach the steps.

My eyes flit to the floor when I find everyone staring at me, and the grip on my bag tightens.

"Trix is staying here for a while," Reeve says, making my head snap up as my jaw hangs open.

Swinging around to look at Callux, I shake my head.

"I don't have to," I tell him. "I will, if it's okay, but if it's not, I completely understand, and I'll find somewhere else."

He glances at Warren beside him before focusing on me, and I gulp.

His eyes run over my face, then drop to Reeve's hand that's now resting on top of mine.

"You're welcome to stay here, Trix," he says. "But only if you feel safe enough to do so."

Breathing a sigh of relief, I nod.

"Thank you," I mutter.

He dips his head, then turns to Reeve.

"You can set her up somewhere, then you can find me and fill me in on what you did, so we can think of a solution as to how we're going to handle this should it come back to bite us in the ass."

With that, he spins around and walks back into the clubhouse.

Warren steps down from the porch and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Welcome to the chaos," he says, patting me once before leaving.

Dragging my gaze over to where Mouse is still standing, I'm surprised to find him staring at me, a frown still marring his brow.

I can't quite decipher the look in his eye, and before I can try, he turns around and goes back inside, leaving me with Milo and Reeve.

Sighing, I lift the straps of my bag into the crook of my arm, as I flick my eyes back and forth between the pair of them.