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He glances around the room, then shrugs.

"I think that's it," he says as he walks toward the door. "Be back soon."

Opening the door, he steps out, but before he can shut it behind him, I call his name, stopping him in his tracks.

"Thank you," I tell him. "For everything you've done tonight."

His lips lift, and he rubs his hand against the back of his neck.

"Anytime."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Reeve

Walking into the meeting room, my eyes dart between Callux and Warren as they sit at the table in the middle of the room, fingers interlinked and hands resting beneath their chins.

Closing the door behind me, I lean against the back of the chair closest to me, arching a brow as they both stare at me.

"Care to explain what happened tonight?" Warren asks, unlocking his fingers to scratch at his beard.

I shrug, tonguing my cheek.

Callux sighs and shakes his head.

"I saw Trix's face, and I can guess what happened. You know I won't give you any grief over going after the son of a bitch who hurt her. If anything, I respect you for protecting her, not that I'd expect anything less from you. But I do need to know what happened after you left here."

Huffing, I pull out a chair and sit down.

Running my hands through my hair and over my face, I release a deep breath.

"I went to the trailer park, yanked the door off the hinges, and found that drugged up, drunken motherfucker sitting at the table doing lines of coke. He didn't have a care in the world. He wasn't bothered that he'd hurt his daughter. He didn't care she'd run off, and he had no idea where she'd gone."

My hands clench, and my jaw tightens.

"I couldn't help myself. The urge to hurt him overtook me, and when I mentioned Trix's name, he started laughing and mouthing off. I just wanted him to stop. I wanted him to feel how much it hurt when the tables were turned. So, I kept hitting him." I shrug. "It wasn't anything he didn't deserve."

Callux nods as he relaxes back into his seat.

"Anyone see any of this going down?" Warren asks.

I shake my head. "Not that I'm aware of, no. Apart from Trix and Milo when they turned up."

"You think her father will do anything about it?"

I scoff.

"I highly doubt it. He was probably so out of it he won't even remember who hurt him, and if he does, I wasn't wearing my cut anyway. I was in too much of a rush to get out of here that I didn't put it on. Besides, if he went to the police, he'd have to explain what he did to provoke me, and then we'd both be going down."

Both of them watch me for a few moments before nodding simultaneously.

"I'll send Munch out to the trailer park, have him talk to a few people to see if anyone saw or heard anything, and I'll also have him check in with Trix's father. Firstly, to make sure he's alive, but also to be sure he won't utter a word about it to anyone, including the authorities, because there will be consequences if he does."

Nodding, I push out of my seat, pausing next to it when Callux holds his hand up.

His gaze scans over my face, and he steeples his fingers together.

"Is she going to be okay?"