Page 115 of Dangerous Attraction

Frowning, I walk out of the bathroom and stop in front of him.

"What was he trying to use against you?"

He moves to the bed, sits on the edge, then tugs me until we're sat side by side. Interlocking our fingers together, he rubs his thumb over the top of my hand while his eyes search mine.

"A while ago, the club was having issues with this guy, Reggie Connell."

My eyes widen a fraction, and my fingers tighten around his.

"The drug dealer my father used to work for and steal from?"

He nods. "I didn't know that until he showed up here. Anyway, Reggie had a shipment from us, and he didn't pay when he was supposed to. So, Prez sent me and Milo to his garage. It wasn't the first time he hadn't paid us on time—he was known for always making excuses and never following through. I knew when we went there he likely wasn't going to be able to pay us."

"What happens when you can't pay?" I ask.

His brows crease, and his eyes drop away from mine.

"We have rules. Everyone who does business with us knows that. And if people break them, then that creates conflict—"

"And you're the one who deals with the conflict," I add, remembering what Luxe told me when I first started working here.

"Yeah." He clears his throat, wary eyes moving back up to mine. "Your father claims he was at the garage when we went there. Says he has video evidence of us—"

I cover his mouth with my hand, shaking my head.

"I don't want to know," I tell him. "I get the gist, and I can put the pieces together for myself, but I don't need or want you to tell me anymore. That's a part of your work, and your life that doesn't involve me. It's also something people could use against us, so I think it's best that I'm left in the dark when it comes to all of that."

The corners of his lips rise, then he leans forward and kisses me on the cheek.

"Okay."

Cupping his jaw, I smooth my fingers over his bristly beard, then press our foreheads together.

"You didn't give him any money, did you?"

He shakes his head.

"Of course not."

"Are you not worried about what he'll do with the video?"

He chuckles, shaking his head again.

"Not at all. I highly doubt there is a video, and if there is, then Ghost will make it disappear." He kisses me softly. "There's nothing to worry about, Red. I'm not going anywhere."

"I hope not."

Swinging my leg over his lap, I straddle him, but before I can get comfy, he stands up and sets my feet on the ground.

"As much as I'd love for you to ride me right now, how about we ride my bike instead so you can go see my brother and Emery?"

Jaw hanging open, I stare at him in shock.

"Your bike? We're going on your bike?"

He nods, then flicks the end of my nose with his finger.

"Yeah. I need to get back here before the rest of the guys do, so we might as well take my bike. Plus, I selfishly want you wrapped around me for a little while longer."