Page 44 of Dangerous Attraction

Trix takes a step closer to me, and I find myself shifting my body in front of her.

Warren's eyes coast over the room and when they land on me, he tips his head before walking over.

As he reaches the bar, his eyes flick away from mine. I can tell he's spotted Trix when a flirtatious smile spreads across his weathered face as he sits on one of the stools.

"Well, you must be the lovely Beatrix I've been told about," he says.

She steps around me, and I'm surprised to see her rosy cheeks bunched up and her lips spread wide.

"I go by Trix, but yes, that's me," she says, rolling her lips inward. "And who might you be?"

"Warren Russell, also known as the Vice President of the Steel Devils, but you can call me War."

He reaches for her hand, and when she places her palm into his, he lifts it to his mouth, pressing a soft, gentle kiss against the smooth skin of her fingers.

I watch the exchange with narrowed eyes, then cross my arms over my chest when I get the urge to yank her hand away and push her behind me again so he can no longer look at her.

"Shouldn't you be calling everyone upstairs for church now you're back?" I grit out, then tear my eyes away from their hands that are still connected and settle them on Warren's face.

He gently lets go and turns to me with raised brows. His eyes curiously glance between Trix and I for a few moments before he nods.

"That I should," he says. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Trix."

Her cheeks flush, but she releases a cute giggle as he spins around on the stool, claps his hands against his thighs, then stands up.

"Time for church, boys!"

All three prospects stop their conversation immediately and follow War up the stairs. Dodger throws his last dart at the board, then slaps his hand on Munch's shoulder as they also head toward the stairs. Meanwhile, I pull my phone from my pocket and tap out a text to the rest of the guys.

"I'm confused," Trix says, turning to me with a frown. "There's no church upstairs… not that I know of anyway."

Chuckling, I shake my head.

"Not a literal church, Red. Church for us is like a team meeting."

Her brows furrow deeper.

"We'll be back down soon," I tell her, then tap my knuckles on the bar before scooting around her. "I'd recommend getting whatever food Honey made yesterday out of the fridge in preparation for everyone. Trust me, they'll be ravenous, and thirsty after."

Mackie walks through the door to the meeting room, Luxe in tow, and apologizes for being late as they take their seats at the large table.

All eyes dart to Warren now that everyone's here. He sighs, ruffling his dirty blond hair as he leans back in his chair.

"Kieran's condition is worsening," he says, talking about the President of The Cursed Knights, an MC a few towns over we've had an amicable relationship with for a few years. "Although he continues to tell me Ryan will hold up their side of our deal once he's gone, I'm finding it harder to believe each time I go there."

"How long's Kieran got left?" Milo asks from beside me.

Warren chuckles. "I didn't exactly ask, kid. By the looks of him, though, I'd say not long. I'm sure he's got Ryan on a tight leash at the moment, but I'm pretty sure we're gonna have some trouble on our hands once Kieran's gone."

Callux sighs and shakes his head. "Brilliant."

"Well, in other news, we've got a shipment to run over to Vegas next weekend," Milo adds, informing Warren, even though I'm sure he already knows.

"Yeah, I'll be joining that trip," he says, leaning forward to look at Slate and Cruz. "That work for you guys?"

Cruz nods. "Yeah, we're still picking out routes and everything. We'll have it sorted in a few days and give you updates on Friday during church."

"Prospects can go with you on this trip," Callux adds. "I've got other shit to deal with here, so I'll be staying behind. War, Reeve, and Milo can make sure everything goes down smoothly. Luxe, you join them. Make sure you keep the prospects in line."