Page 1 of Dangerous Attraction

Prologue

Reeve

"Oh, Reggie," I sing in a teasing tone, moving through the stationary cars parked haphazardly throughout the auto shop. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Milo snickers from behind me as we make our way further into the dimly lit garage.

The sound of scuffling feet reaches my ears moments before the man we're here to see, steps into the large space from a door that I know leads to his office.

The sheepish expression he's wearing means he knows exactly why we're here, and I can't contain the cunning smirk that splits across my face.

"I wasn't hiding from you boys," he says, voice quiet and lacking confidence, as he runs his shaking hands through the thin strands of hair on his head.

"Of course not. You wouldn't dare hide from us. Not when you knew someone from the club would be paying you a visit this week. Because that would be rather stupid, wouldn't it, Reggie?"

He nods immediately, watching us both intently.

"So, am I right in assuming you know why we're here?" Milo asks as he walks through the auto shop, running his fingers along the cars.

Reggie's eyes track Milo's movements.

"I-I'm not sure," he mutters in response, nervously gulping when Milo stops walking and turns his sharp cold glare toward him.

I sigh and lean against the car beside me, drawing the lanky asshole's gaze back to me.

"Do you really think lying to us is wise?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

He nervously shifts in place, eyes darting back and forth between Milo and me.

I can't tell if he realizes we've subtly backed him into a corner, but knowing this dumb fuck, he has no idea. Especially since we're both still a fair distance away from him.

"I'm not lying!" he protests, flailing his long, thin arms in the air. "But if I had to guess, you're here to collect the money I owe!"

"Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!" Milo chimes.

Chuckling at my best friends antics, I shift closer to Reggie while he's momentarily distracted.

"I have it," he states, causing my laughter to fade. "I, uh, I have the money."

My dark brows raise in surprise, and I glance at Milo, who shrugs, then leans against a stack of tires.

Grimacing when I see his leather cut brushing against the rubber most probably coated in filth, I turn my curious gaze back to the thin man in front of me.

"You have the full amount?" Milo asks.

Reggie nods.

"Including the late fee?"

His eyes widen in fear, and I watch in amusement as his throat bobs.

"I wasn't told there'd be a late fee."

I roll my eyes.

Of course he wasn't told.

Everyone knows that when you make a deal with the club, and you can't pay on time, you have an extra week to gather the money, but the payment is doubled.