Page 103 of Dangerous Attraction

Warren nods. "So he was likely there, but it's unlikely he actually captured the whole event on video?"

"I think so, yeah."

Dragging my eyes back to Callux, I wait for a response.

He stares at me for what seems like an hour before his eyes move to his son.

"You didn't check if anyone else was there?"

Milo's head jerks back, and he scoffs. "Why is this now my fault?"

"You're both at fault!" he shouts, pounding his fist onto the table. "An Enforcer and a Sergeant. Two of my most trusted, powerful members. My son and his best friend. A pair of fucking idiots who didn't check that a building was empty before killing a man."

"I'm sorry, Prez," I add, pulling his burning gaze from Milo. "It's my job. I should've scouted the building."

Chest heaving, jaw clenched, he stares me down, then shakes his head.

Warren moves beside him, patting Callux on the shoulder.

"Look, it's already happened, so we can't change it," he says, digging his fingers into Callux's shoulder. "What we can do is learn from it and also be prepared for if this blows up in our faces."

With one more scathing look in mine and Milo's direction, Callux storms past us.

"Someone get me Ghost," he bellows.

Standing in the middle of the bar, I tuck Trix against my chest and rest my head on top of hers. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, I breathe her in and soak up her sweet scent.

The guys move around us, some of them carrying crates to the tables, and some checking the guns inside before taking them out back and loading them into the truck. Milo, Slate, and Cruz are going over the route and where we'll be stopping so Milo and I know when to get ahead of the pack and scout out the location before the others get there.

Dropping a kiss to Trix's head, I squeeze her, then let go.

"I want you to stay here while I'm gone," I tell her as I nudge her chin upward, waiting for her swirling green eyes to meet mine. "I'll be checking in with you every couple of hours to make sure you're safe, and I've already messaged Mouse to tell him to keep an eye on you."

Her brows crease.

"I can take care of myself. I don't need to be looked after, Reeve. I also don't want to be stuck here while you're gone. Especially not Sunday. I have dinner with Emery and her father. I can't miss that."

"I don't doubt you can look after yourself, Red, but with your dad making an appearance today, I don't want to leave you alone. If I could, I'd put you on the back of my bike and take you with me, but I can't guarantee there won't be danger waiting for us in Vegas, either."

Cocking a brow, she laughs, then loops her arms around my neck.

"I thought you wouldn't let me on the back of your bike?"

I frown, confused.

"Why?"

"The first day you offered me a ride home, I thought you were going to take me on your bike, and I referred to it as a death trap. You seemed offended by the suggestion, then told me you wouldn't let me on the back of your bike anyway."

My lips split into a grin, and with my hands on her hips, I pull her closer as I lean down and brush our noses together.

"It's cute you remember. Back then, yeah, I wouldn't have dreamed of putting you on the back of my bike. That's a sacred thing for us. But things are different now. The seat behind me is reserved for you, and only you, Red."

Threading my fingers through her hair, I press my lips against hers, kissing her softly.

"Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but we need to get going," War says, patting me on the shoulder as he passes.

Trix giggles, pecks my lips once more, then draws away.