Page 3 of Dangerous Attraction

Milo shakes his head, halting my movements.

"If you bash his skull in anymore, you'll make more of a mess."

He reaches for the gun in his waistband, flicks the safety off, then aims it at Reggie's head before pulling the trigger.

More blood spatters over the concrete, and I step back as the pool of blood starts seeping closer.

"You think we can trust some of the prospects to clean this up?"

Milo appears to contemplate my suggestion, then nods.

"As long as either Dodger or Slate come with them so they don't fuck it up, then yeah, I don't see why not."

"I'll text them. You can load this asshole into the trunk."

He rolls his eyes.

"Always leaving the heavy lifting to me, even though I outrank you."

"Hey, I was the one who thought ahead and chose to drive the Camaro here instead of the bikes."

He makes a sound of disgust.

"Don't remind me. I have no idea how you can enjoy that shit box when you have a bike you can ride."

I shrug, pulling my phone from my pocket.

"You're forgetting I didn't grow up riding bikes like you did. Don't get me wrong, I love my Scout just as much as my Camaro, but sometimes, the Camaro comes in handy. Just like it did tonight," I tell him, pointedly looking at the body on the floor. "Not only were we able to turn up here without alerting him from miles up the road, but it's also the best way to transfer a body around."

He scoffs. "I could easily dump a body with just my Harley at hand."

"I'd honestly pay to watch you try."

Tutting at me, he moves around the shop, pulling plastic sheet covers from cars.

I tap out a text to Dodger, then pocket my phone and bend down to help Milo lay the sheets on the floor.

"To make up for the fact you had to ride shotgun in my beautiful car, we can go on a ride later, okay?"

He rolls Reggie's body to the side while I slip the sheet under him.

"Okay, deal, but I get to pick the route we cruise, and the place we stop at for food. I'm tired of always going to places you chose."

"Deal," I grumble.

He sets Reggie's body back down, then together, we roll him over, making sure to keep the plastic sheet around his body.

Once he's wrapped, Milo shakes out another sheet while I grab a dirty rag from a bucket behind us to wipe the blood from my hands.

"I'll wrap him up again while you bring your shit box around to the side door."

"Keep calling it a shit box and I'll leave you here with this idiots body."

Chapter One

Trix

Shoving the rest of my folded clothes into the duffel bag resting on the arm of the sofa, multiple strands of cherry red hair fall in front of my face, and I huff in frustration, tucking them behind my ears.