Page 71 of Dangerous Attraction

He smirks.

"Trix, if you should be worried for anyone, it should be your father. Reeve is the Enforcer for a reason. He's lethal when he wants to be, and I fear this is a situation where he'll do something that's going to get us all in shit."

Shifting gears again, he speeds up, and my fingers dig into the seat beneath me.

"The only reason I'm chasing after him is because I don't want him to get into trouble, and I can tell you're worried. But if I get there and your dad is still conscious while Reeve is raining hell on him, then I'll happily watch, because what he's done to you isn't right, and he deserves some sort of punishment for it."

I'm shocked into silence.

Fear rattles around inside of me, but I'm not afraid for the man who left a mark on me or scared for the one who's raced off to defend me. Instead, I'm terrified by the feelings stirring up inside of me.

Most of my life, I've been fearful, never feeling protected, or safe, but now, sitting in this car next to the gruff blond in the leather cut, and driving toward the fierce, tattooed, and complicated man I've spent so much time with in the past two weeks, I feel secure.

Milo turns into the trailer park, and I direct him to where mine is located.

My heart beats wildly in my chest, and my fingers dig deeper into the leather seat beneath me when Mouse's motorbike comes into view. It's lying on the grass, beside the trailer door that's been ripped off its hinges.

"Oh, shit," Milo grunts as he brakes abruptly. He pushes the gear stick into neutral, then yanks on the handbrake and shoves his door open.

I jump out of the car too, and we hurriedly make our way to the trailer.

I can hear the sickening sound of Reeve's fist meeting my father's face before the scene comes into view, and I grimace at the blood smeared across his skin.

Reeve's assault is relentless, fists flying rapidly, brutal kicks landing, and harsh words being spat out.

"Fucking coward," he shouts, landing one more blow to my father's mangled face before dropping his limp body to the floor.

Stretching his hands out, I gasp at the sight of his busted knuckles.

He turns toward where Milo and I are standing, eyes dark, and wild.

His eyes remain locked on mine, searching, but for what, I'm unsure.

"Go and get your stuff," he says. "You're not staying here anymore."

When I don't immediately move, Milo nudges me from behind, pushing me up the steps.

I cautiously move into the trailer, then glance down at my dad, who's curled up on the floor, garbling and groaning.

Reeve reaches out his hand, and when I place my palm in his, he tugs me forward, forcing me to hop over my father.

My eyes dart back up to his, and he squeezes my hand before letting go.

Rooted to the spot, I grab for his hand again, running my thumb over his cracked skin.

"Are you okay?"

His brows draw inward, then he smiles and nods.

"I'm okay, Red." Squeezing my hand once more, he says, "Go get your stuff, then we can get out of here."

Drawing in a deep breath, I turn away from him and walk through the trailer to the bedroom, scanning the mess that's been made since I've been gone.

Grabbing my duffel bag from the wardrobe, I move around the room, grabbing every item of clothing I own, stuffing it inside without care.

Once I'm sure I have everything, I move into the bathroom, collecting all my toiletries.

Walking back out, I see Reeve still standing over my dad, glaring down at him.