Page 2 of Dangerous Attraction

It's common sense.

Besides, this isn't the first time Reggie has bought guns from us.

He knows how things work.

"So, you're telling us you don't have the three thousand you owe us?" Milo asks, crossing his thick arms over his chest.

"Well—"

I shake my head and click my tongue, interrupting him.

"It's a yes or no question," I state. "Do you have the money, or not?"

His eyes roam over my face, then down to the patch on the front of my leather jacket over my heart. The one stating my position in the club.

His eyes flick back up to mine, then dart to Milo before he shakes his head.

Releasing an exaggerated sigh, I crack my knuckles, then push the sleeves of my jacket up, revealing the tattoos spread across my arms.

"All I need is a few more days! I'm just waiting for my guys to sell the rest of our product, and then I'll have enough for you."

Milo scoffs and moves closer to Reggie.

I watch in anticipation, excitement bubbling inside my stomach when the man before me cowers slightly. His eyes flick between us as he takes a step back from my best friend.

"Thing is, we already gave you extra time." Milo continues to walk toward him, backing him closer to me.

My eyes scan the floor around me, and a smile splits across my face when I spot a small trolley jack a few feet away.

"Unfortunately, you've let us down. And funnily enough, my father predicted you would. Hence why he sent us to come and collect," Milo adds.

Bending down, I twist the long metal handle, pulling it free from the car jack, then wrap my fingers around it tightly.

"You should know by now that the Steel Devils hate it when people don't follow through with their promises," I mutter, lifting the metal pole above my head and swinging it forward, lunging toward the low life dealer.

A loud, sickening crack echoes through the garage as it connects with Reggie's skull.

I pull back, then hit him again as he falls to the ground, blood splattering across the floor.

Letting go of the object, it clatters beside my feet.

Smoothing my fingers over my trimmed beard, I watch Milo step closer to me. His eyes lock onto the blood pooling from the large gash I've made in the side of Reggie's head.

"Well, isn't that a pretty picture," he muses, crouching down beside the groaning asshole.

I grimace at his comment, then swipe a hand through my tousled hair.

"You're highly disturbing."

"And you've made a mess," he retorts, shrugging as he stands up to his full height. "We were meant to keep this clean."

"What can I say, I got excited."

His eyes connect with mine, and he smirks.

Pained whimpers escape through Reggie's parted lips, and our eyes dart back down to the limp body between us.

"Clearly I didn't hit him hard enough." I sigh, then reach for the handle of the car jack again.