Page 115 of Never Say Never

The elevator dinged and opened up. Benito stood in the middle of the living room with an object protruding from his arm.

"What's that?"

He glared at me while hanging up the phone. "A fucking fork."

I looked around for Harlow, knowing instantly who the culprit was. "Maybe you should get rid of all the sharp objects around the house."

Benito rolled his eyes and yanked the fork out. His blood covered the tips of the prongs. He headed for the kitchen and I followed behind him as he tossed the thing into the sink.

"Won't matter. He's a psychopath who can make a weapon out of a spoon."

"Like a shiv?"

"I can have one made in a few minutes to stab into your kidneys," Harlow said, appearing out of nowhere.

I turned to the angry-looking man. His long jet-black hair was down and framed his face, softening his features. It did nothing to take away the absolute batshit insanity that glimmered in his gray eyes.

"Ah, I think I'll pass on that. I'll leave stabbing to you and Benito."

My brother grunted and headed for his husband. I expected him to punch Harlow, but instead he grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged him in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Harlow didn't look so bloodthirsty. His body was molded to Benito’s. I was pretty certain only someone like Benito could deal with a nut job like Harlow and vice versa.

"What did you need, Paolo?" Benito asked.

Right. "I have the top Triad's location."

Harlow and Benito both stiffened.

"Including Qiang?" Benito asked.

Before I could tell him I wasn't sure, Harlow answered.

"He doesn't stay with everyone else. That old bastard is overly cautious. He's probably moving from location to location if he isn't out of the city."

"You think he'd run?" I questioned. Qiang had been the leader of the Triads for many years. He'd held down some of the major drug industries in New York. He was the reason why the Triads had influence outside of Chinatown.

"Anything to save his ass. His right-hand and sons, on the other hand, are more honor bound." Harlow cracked his knuckles as if he couldn't stay still while talking about Qiang. "There's been plenty of times when he's run the opposite direction, especially if he doesn't have a clear plan to win."

Benito grabbed his husband's hands and pulled them to his lips. "Don't worry, mostricio; you will have his dead body at your feet soon. There is nowhere he can run that I won't find him."

Harlow visibly relaxed, smiling at Benito. "I want him to suffer."

"Consider it done." Benito looked at me. "I've told the other two, but Qiang is ours."

I raised my hands. "Fair, but I want the leader of the Acetos. Tasso, I believe it is. He's a lot stupider and ballsy than Andre."

"Reason?"

"He's trying to kill York and the girls. He's the one who put a hit out on them. The Triads might have helped, but he initiated it."

"The fed?" Harlow sighed. "Your brothers have a type."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"Exactly what I said. I like Tex now, but his past profession wasn’t ideal. Your choice, on the other hand, seems stupid. What's going to happen after you're done saving his life and the threats against him and his kids are gone?"

"I'll figure it out when the time comes."

Harlow opened his mouth but Benito stopped him. "Gianpaolo, as head of this family, if I need to fix a problem, I will."