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Everyone stares at me, some of them confused, others intrigued, but no one moves or says anything.

"Now!" I snap, voice cutting through the silence.

Movement from the stairs catches my attention, and I watch as Mouse hovers on the bottom step, eyes curiously glancing around the room.

The doors behind me open, and the sound of footsteps moves toward me.

My attention stays on Mouse, as his eyes fall away from me, dropping to the woman at my side. I watch as his jaw goes slack, his eyes shooting back up to mine.

"Reeve, please," Trix whispers, coming to stand in front of me, her back to the rest of the room. "Just let it go."

Raising a brow at the man I'm staring at, my lips twitch when he digs a hand into his pocket, pulls his keys out, then throws them through the air toward me.

I finally allow my gaze to fall down to the woman before me.

"No one lays their hands on you and gets away with it," I tell her, stroking my thumb across the cheek that isn't bruised. "I'll be back soon."

Spinning on my heel, I push past Milo and stride outside, ignoring Trix's protests as she follows after me.

Finding Mouse's bike, I swing my leg over it, put the key in the ignition, then fire it up.

I think it's only right that Trix's dad gets a taste of his own medicine, and I'll gladly be the one to give it to him.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Trix

Watching as Reeve races away on Mouse's bike, I feel helpless, scared, and for some reason, guilty.

If I knew he'd react this way, I never would've come here.

Spinning around, I'm faced with club members, all of them standing on the porch, staring at me with tense brows.

My eyes home in on Mouse, and I charge toward him, jabbing my finger into his chest when I reach him.

"Why would you do that?"

He raises his brows, looking down at me as if I should know the answer to my own question, and his silence irks me.

The doors behind him slam open, and Milo races out, keys in hand.

"Let's go, Trix."

He unlocks Reeve's car, pulling open the driver's side door and hopping in.

I quickly follow after him, and as soon as I'm strapped in, he stamps his foot down on the pedal, pressing it to the floor as he races down the road.

When we reach the end of the road, he shifts gear, then swings the car right before flicking his gaze toward me.

"This is all my fault," I mutter, shaking my head and worrying my lip.

"No," he states, focusing back on the road. "None of this is your fault."

"He doesn't understand what he's getting himself into."

Milo chuckles. "You're worried about Reeve in this predicament?"

I frown, nodding.