Page 120 of Dangerous Attraction

Munch is standing by the stairs with the prospects, all of them staring at the woman in my arms with anger flaring in their eyes.

When I reach the top of the stairs, Warren opens the door of the meeting room, ushering us inside, and I gently lay her down on the table, cursing when she cries out in pain.

"Mouse, clean up the blood so we can see where it's coming from. Warren, check on her leg while we're waiting for Honey. Luxe, take Reeve into the living room, and keep him there until I tell you to let him back in."

My eyes shoot to Callux, who's shucking off his leather cut while walking toward Trix.

"I'm not leaving."

"Yes, you are," he says, glaring at Luxe when he doesn't move. "You're just going to be in the way. Go sit out there, let out all your anger, and wait for us to tell you she's okay."

Luxe walks over to me, grabs hold of my arms, then pushes me back. "Come on, man. She's in good hands. They'll look after her."

Taking one last look at Trix, I find her eyes already on mine, but when she subtly nods, I heave a sigh and allow Luxe to drag me out.

"Where the fuck is Milo?"

Luxe shrugs as he steers me into the living room.

"He just rode past us," Mackie says, hurriedly walking across the room and opening the door to the meeting room. He lets Honey inside, then closes it behind her. "No idea where he's going, but he said he'd call you."

Shaking my head, I sit down on the couch and stare up at the ceiling as I listen to the grumbles from the other room, trying and failing to make out what they're saying.

Clenching my hands into fists, I crack my knuckles, then dig them into my thigh.

"Do you want to go and shower? Or at least get some clean clothes?"

"No," I grunt, shooting a scathing glare in Mackie's direction. "I'm not moving until I know she's okay."

We all sit in silence, each one of us fidgeting, moving around the room or checking the time as we watch the seconds turn to minutes, then start turning into hours.

Shortly after the clock ticks over the two-hour mark, Honey walks out of the room looking tired and exhausted.

I immediately stand up, ready to ask her how Trix is, but she beats me to it.

"She's okay. A couple of bumps to her head, bruises across her arms, abdomen, and legs, and what I think is a sprained ankle, but she's going to be okay."

Breathing a sigh of relief, I fall back onto the sofa, head in my hands.

"The blood?" Luxe asks.

"She does have a large gash in her hairline, and some grazes on her hands and her arms, but the rest of the blood must be from her father." Honey walks over to me and squeezes my shoulder. "You've got a strong girl in there. She headbutted him and gave him a nosebleed. She also whacked him a couple times before using her hands and arms to lessen the blows."

I shake my head. "He never should've had the opportunity to hurt her again. I was supposed to be protecting her."

I hear Callux protesting from the other room, then I hear feet shuffling along the floorboards. Looking up, I watch as Trix hobbles into the room, using the wall to keep her upright, while also keeping the weight off her right leg.

Her left arm and both her hands are wrapped in bandages, and she has a large, padded bandage on her head.

"I told you, I can look after myself," she grumbles, attempting to glare at me.

Pushing off the sofa, I stride toward her, then gently wrap my arms around her, burying my nose into her hair.

"Are you okay?"

Using her right arm, she pushes me away, grabs hold of my chin, then brings my face down to hers.

"Honey just told you I'm fine." She kisses me softly. "I'm just really fucking tired."