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Carmichael clawed at my fists, but I didn’t budge, nearly cutting off his airway.

“Nod, and tell me you understand.”

He frantically bobbed his head.

I lowered my voice. “I will fucking find you, asshole, and you will regret ever trying something like this again. My club can make you disappear.”

His eyes widened further.

“Get the fuck out of this house, and don’t ever come back.”

He yanked his shirt back in place as I released him and glared.

Trent took a step forward. “Out. You’re not welcome here, Carmichael.”

Good for him.

Carmichael rushed from the room, cussing us all out.

Christ. What a fucking piece of shit.

Trent turned my way. “I don’t have a problem with you dating my daughter as long as you keep her safe. Treat her right. Any complaints? I’ll come after you myself, and I don’t care how cocky or strong you are. Feel me?”

Hell yeah. I really liked Trent. “Yes, sir, I do.”

“Good.”

“Trent!” Sabrina finally hissed.

“Honey, in all the years we’ve raised our little girl, I’ve never seen a man come to her aid like that. It says a lot about Rain. He’s welcome in my home anytime he wants to come in.”

She blinked. “Okay.”

Damn. I guess I was wrong about who controlled shit in this house. Trent had my respect. Plus, he seemed to genuinely love and care for Katrina. Same with Sabrina.

I returned to her, kneeling in front of her chair to look her over. “Where are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

“Where?” I growled, not letting her pass on the answer.

“I banged my knee.” She winced. “It’ll be a bruised.”

I picked up her hand and kissed it. “Want me to chase him down? I’m happy to do it.”

She shook her head, amused. “No. I think you handled it.”

“Hell yeah, I did. Always. No one touches or hurts you. Never again.”

She blinked, and I could see the emotion churning in her eyes. “Thank you.”

“What do you mean? Again?” Sabrina asked.

I lifted my head to answer. “We were in the same foster home.”

She gasped. “The bad one?”

“Yes.”