Never Too Late (Fever's Edge #7) - Lynn Hagen Page 0,1

was seconds away from passing out or having a stroke.

The biker guy smirked. “Oh, we’re about to have some fun.”

“But not with me, right?” Shane curled his lips in when Mr. Danger once again glared at him. What was truly messed up was the fact that Shane was attracted to him.

Another one of his shortcomings. His taste in men sucked. He always seemed to be attracted to men who were no good for him, which he shouldn’t be since Mr. Danger looked as if he wanted to kill him.

Shane hated the fact that he’d tracked his brother down. If Damien had been there, Shane would have given him a piece of his mind.

But Damien was dead. The guy with dirty-blond hair had said so. Although his brother had been nothing but trouble and had caused too many problems, he’d still been family, and when Shane had the time, he would mourn his loss.

Right now he was too busy trying to stay alive. Shane moved from behind Mr. Danger, trying his best to keep a good distance between them. What he couldn’t understand was why he wanted to move back toward him. The guy looked as though he would rather slice Shane’s throat than extend an olive branch, yet Shane had to force himself to stay put and not move closer.

Shane turned and watched the dirty-blond walk out. Now he was left with Biker Dude, Whiskey Eyes, and Mr. Danger.

He wished he were anywhere but here. “Um, can I go now?”

Whiskey Eyes smirked. Biker Dude chuckled as if Shane’s request was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Mr. Danger just kept staring at Shane, making him extremely uncomfortable.

If Shane wanted to be intimidated, he would have visited his father. But this guy? He was more frightening than Shane’s dad could ever be. Mr. Danger had dark hair that was cut stylishly short, a goatee, and the craziest, sexiest hazel eyes Shane had ever seen. They were so light that they almost didn’t look real.

But it was Mr. Danger’s aura that scared Shane. He looked as though he would end your life and then go out to dinner. As if eating a plate of spaghetti over a dead body wouldn’t bother him in the least.

“Why don’t you get him out of here?” Biker Dude said. “We’ll handle these other guys.”

“You letting him walk, Maverick?” Whiskey Eyes asked.

So Biker Dude’s name was Maverick.

Maverick shrugged. “Call it a hunch.”

Hope blossomed inside Shane. If he was taken away, that meant he wasn’t going to be killed, right?

When Mr. Danger walked out, Shane hurried to follow. Not that he wanted to, but he also didn’t want to stay behind and end up like Reaper. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to the other men sitting on the floor, but if they’d been a part of selling people, then they deserved whatever punishment was coming their way.

“Where are we going?” Shane asked as he moved more quickly to keep pace with Mr. Danger. The stranger’s legs were long, and Shane had a hard time keeping up with him.

The guy didn’t say a word. He walked down the stairs and headed outside. When Shane emerged, he had to shield his eyes from the sun. It turned out to be a bright and humid day, but Shane suspected his sweat was from more than the heat.

He’d been sweating his fate. Now Shane looked around, wondering if he could run fast enough to get away. Just because the other guys had let him go didn’t mean he was safe.

As if reading his mind, Mr. Danger turned and scowled, and damn if that wasn’t a scary look. “Try to run and you won’t like the consequences.”

The guy would be a lot cuter if he actually smiled.

“Just tell me if you’re going to kill me,” Shane said. “I have a right to know if I’m about to take a dirt nap.”

The stranger turned back around and started walking again, so Shane stupidly followed. He was too afraid not to since Mr. Danger had threatened him. Mr. Personality was taller, with a lean cut to his body. He could probably outrun Shane without breaking a sweat.

“If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you inside.”

“Are you taking me to the cops?” Shane wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. He didn’t want to go to prison for something Damien had done. There had been plenty of times when he thought he would because his brother knew how to get