chapter 59

He cackles and dances away, holding up both hands in supplication. The fear I saw earlier returns to his eyes, and I start to think he really must be a little unbalanced if he thinks it’s smart to play with fire like this. He knows we’re shifters, and even if he doesn’t know that the men are something even more powerful and dangerous than that, he should think twice about pissing off three wolves.

“It was a joke!” he insists quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

Kian snarls and snatches at Harry’s tank top, pulling him up to his tiptoes. “You want to discuss payment? How about we let you live? Is that good enough for you?”

“Kian,” I bite out, a warning in my voice. “Put the crazy man down.”

He bares his teeth at me. “Not until he tells us what we need to know.”

Sighing, I dig into my back pocket for my wallet and open it to take inventory of the contents. “All right, old man. I’ve got fifty bucks. Will that work?”

Crazy Harry grins at me over Kian’s arm, his weight dangling from his shirt.