"Are you ok? Those fuckheads---I could have done much more to that piece of shit if I wanted but you don't need to witness anymore violence in your life. Let's just get in the taxi and home."

Sigurd pulling the taxi door open for the brat to get inside as he glanced behind making sure they weren't being followed. It was all clear. Fuck! This was the kind of scenes that had been troubling the bassist ever since he found out Mikkel was a dancer in a strip club. Assholes preying on the young dancers hoping to take advantage of them.

"No one will hurt you. Not now, not ever. You can relax now, Mikkel."

The Swede getting into the taxi shutting the door as they began the journey back to the hotel. Kissing Mikkel on the cheek, Sigurd then pulled the Dane in to a hug.