Page 55 of High Reward

“Additional guests?”

Owen winks. “Just get comfortable. I hear you have a paper to finish.”

“If I’m going to have all of you hounding me about homework, I’m quitting school.”

“Do that and my belt is going to have to be replaced because I’ll wear it out on your ass.”

I whirl to find Victor holding Lili in his arms glaring at me. Behind him, Hunter is pushing someone I assume must be Trinity Novak in a wheelchair. Dr. Singh surprisingly brings up the rear.

“Let’s get these ladies into bed, please. It was stupid of you to take your wife out of the hospital, Mr. Novak.”

“You’re one of the best doctors in the country. Why would I want my wife somewhere that you aren’t?” Hunter asks.

The doctor rolls her eyes and marches toward the suites.

“I’ll help,” I say, jumping up from the table.

“Stay, Mariposa. Let us get her settled.”

“I want to say hello to Lili,” I say, hating how whiny I sound.

Lili is dozing on Victor’s shoulder, but he comes to me and leans down carefully for a feather-soft kiss.

“Later, Grace. We need to get her into a bed so the doctor can stitch her up and check her for other injuries.”

“I thought you said she was OK,” I say, moving for the suites.

Owen steps up behind me and grips my arm. “Sit down, pet. You were given an order, and we’re in the club. What do you say?”

“Yes, Master Victor,” I murmur.

“Now sit down,” Owen says, nudging me back to my chair.

Hunter has already disappeared after the doctor, and Victor follows him as I sit in my chair and glare at Owen.

I don’t think I like them using my role at the club against me, but I don’t say anything. Now isn’t the time to quibble over protocol.

Owen squeezes my shoulders.

“Jesus, you’re tense. Tell your man to give you a massage every once in a while.”

His fingers dig into my tense muscles, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“I think you’re hurting her, Sir,” Bellamy says with a laugh.

“A feather would hurt with how tense she is.”

“Do you blame her?” Zara asks. “She’s been kept in the dark all damn day.”

Luke smacks Zara’s ass as Owen continues to work on the knots in my neck.

“I’m deeply sorry about that, Grace. Things were supposed to go a lot differently. But we’ve accomplished our mission, and Phineas Draven will not hurt another soul.”

I want to know what happened. Did they kill him? Is he in jail? It seems like it would have made the news if he’d been arrested. But now seems like the wrong time to demand answers. Especially if it turns out Victor killed him or something awful like that.

Instead, I stay quiet and let Owen work his magic on my shoulders. By the time Victor returns, I have to admit I’m much more relaxed.

“Don’t worry. I’m not trying to steal her,” Owen says when Victor glares at his hands on my shoulders.