Page 100 of End It All

"We can work out a deal," Minato finally said.

"What do you want?" Harlow asked.

He shook his head. "Oh no, I don't want your word. I want Benito's."

I could practically hear Harlow's teeth grind together. The tension in the room thickened by the second to a choking level. I sighed.

"If we're going to kill him, hurry up and make up your mind," I said, breaking the tension.

Minato didn't look worried for someone who was alone. Then again, if there was anyone who was as crazy as Harlow, it was Minato

"Fine," Harlow spat, conceding.

"Good." He clapped his hands and turned around, taking in the place. "Now that's taken care of. The less people who know about this the better. I'll have my guys come and take care of it."His soulless eyes pinned me to the spot. "I'd hoped to have you. It was a shame when my father handed you to Daiki. I always knew he wouldn't know how to use your talents properly, and now I won't get to."

"Oh shit, you heard how good I am in the sheets, didn't you? Look, I swing that way but not for you. It's a hard pass for me." I needed to get rid of the queasy feeling he was invoking in me.

"Get cleaned up and get out of here. I have to set the stage just right," Minato said.

Harlow wiped the blood off his blade and put it away so fast I would have missed it if I hadn't been watching. I did the same. Taking the brass knuckles off was a bitch when the blood around them had dried some and clung to me like papery thin glue. It cracked and flaked off as I moved my fingers around.

We headed toward the hall, neither one of us taking our eyes off Minato. We might have just cut a deal with him, but it didn't mean he was trustworthy. It wasn't until we were a few levels of stairs down that we broke out into a full sprint to the bottom. The parking garage was one level down from the main lobby, and the moment I could, I flew over the steps. I was careful not to leave any fingerprints. Even though Minato would have the place swept and cleaned, I wasn't taking any chances.

I stopped at my car, breathing heavily and cursing myself for leaving my jacket. It was so fucking cold, my teeth were chattering, and all the blood on me felt like ice cold water on my flesh. I yanked my door open and hopped behind the wheel. Ramming the key into the ignition, I cranked the heat up the moment it started.

"Fuck, it's cold," Harlow grunted.

My fist slammed into his arm. "What the fuck was that?"

"You're welcome."

I shook my head, backing out and leaving the garage. "Welcome? Harlow, what the fuck? Start talking."

"Yes, you’re welcome. Hit me again and I will cut your fucking hand off. Then you won't be able to jerk your pretty boyfriend off anymore. Oh shit, I mean your husband."

I jerked to the right as I turned to look at him in shock. I straightened the car. "What the fuck are you even talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact you're fucking the youngest Vitale." I could feel his gaze bore into the side of my face. "Don't deny it. You like him."

"He's—" What? How did I feel about Blake Vitale? He was insane, and there was a lot about him that made me scratch my head, but above all else, I felt human around him.

"Shit!” Harlow gasped. “You love him."

"No."

Harlow laughed. "Oh fuck! That's why you were moping like a teen girl who got her heart broken."

"I wasn't." He was a goddamn asshole now. He'd been hanging around Benito a little too much.

"Here I thought it was all my fault, but really, you were moping about Vitale dick."

"Fuck you, Harlow."

“Never going to happen. Not then and not now.”

“Harsh,” I shot back. I wasn't mad about it, but still, it hit the ego a bit hard. Who wouldn’t want to toss in the sheets with me?

He shook his head, more of the strands breaking free of his ponytail. "How would that work, Quincy? Two bottoms don't go together." His head tilted as he grinned at me. "What are we supposed to do? Bump assholes? I mean, we couldn’t even scissor, that’s for the lesbians, according to Melony. What would we even call that? You know who might know the answer? That annoying fucker, Giancarlo.”