"Of course he was. You're too good for the likes of that asshole, Mikkel. No fuckhead like that deserves you. Thuggish scum."

Sigurd just stroked Mikkel's hair softly as they rode back to the hotel, not wanting to think about those bastards back at the club alley anymore. At least the Dane was safe. The pepper spray was a good call from Missy and Sigurd would have advised it too but knew that Mikkel was headstrong in his own.

"She's very wise to have it. A fist and trash can lid both work just as effectively too."

Cracking a smile, Sigurd kissed Mikkel on the lips just as the taxi pulled up outside the hotel entrance.