Page 96 of End It All

"Oh?" Harlow's gray eyes moved over to me and my gut clenched.

"What?"

Thatohmeant something, but what? I waited for him to answer, to give me anything, but when he said nothing, it only made me more suspicious. Harlow ignored me in favor of Benito and continued to go back and forth with him. The numbers on the pad continued to climb up as we got closer to the penthouse suites. I checked my gun. I only had a single magazine, but it would have to do.

"Love you too. No, I got this and I will be home in—Wait a minute, who the fuck is watching Emica if you're with your brother?"

My back stiffened the moment he said brother and not one of the guys’ names. Was Benito with Blake right now? My interest was piqued instantly. I turned toward Harlow and snatched the phone out of his hand

"It's Blake, isn't it?"

"I was talking to my husband, Quincy. Since you're on the phone now, where are you two? And please tell me Harlow isn't about to do something stupid," Benito said.

None of that mattered. We were, in fact, about to do something very stupid, but Benito didn't need reassurance that he knew his husband so well. "Is Blake with you?"How is he? Does he look okay? Has he said anything about me?

I swallowed down every single question, forcing them to the pits of hell. I had no right to ask any of them and yet they continued to bubble up with every passing breath.

Harlow stood in front of me with a knowing look on his annoying face. He watched me too damn close, as if he knew what was happening in my head. It was bullshit when I didn't know my damn self.

Silence was all I received. My gut twisted when Benito didn't confirm it.

"Yeah, fuck me. I was only having a goddamn conversation, Quincy. I will cut your goddamn dick off," Harlow threatened but he hadn't made a move toward me.

I ignored Harlow in favor of listening, hoping for some kind of indication Blake was there. "Can he hear me?"

Benito sighed but he didn't say anything. I grinned. I couldn't help it. Just thinking about Blake filled me with so many mixed emotions that were impossible to squash.

"Hey, baby girl,” I said softly.

Harlow lifted a single brow in question at me.

"Look,” I rushed on. “I know I said some fucked up shit—" I shook my head. "When I get done, I need to talk to you. Shit, I need to grovel."

"I don't want to hear this," Benito grunted.

His words meant nothing to me. I wanted to hear from the one person who'd invaded every inch of my goddamn life.

"We'll see, " Blake said. "Where the fuck are you, Quincy?"

He was talking to me. My chest tightened in the most exquisite way. "Handling business, but the moment I'm done, I'll come to you."

Blake didn’t respond to me, but I knew he'd heard me, and that was all I needed. Harlow snatched the phone away and I couldn't find it in me to give a damn. I bounced on my toes and shook my arms out. The faster I cut through the bullshit beyond these doors, the faster I could have a talk with Blake. I wasn't sure how I was going to grovel and hope he started to talk to me again, but I was going to give it everything I had.

"What the fuck did you say to him? He's smiling like a damn psychopath," Harlow asked.

Was I? I caught my reflection in the doors of the elevator. My grin was from ear to ear as I waited to unleash pure chaos.

The doors opened, and the first guy I saw, I attacked. My fist slammed into his face, the audible crunch was a balm to my nerves the moment it hit my ears. He sank down and I quickly followed it up with my knife in his throat. There couldn't be a single person left alive after this. No witnesses.

A knife whipped past me and landed squarely in the middle of the other guy's chest. He clutched at it as if he wasn't sure what had happened. He stumbled forward before crashing to the ground next to his friend. I yanked my knife out, and kicked the other one over, pulling Harlow's blade free.

A gush of hot blood bubbled to the surface, slicking up my fingers and making it a little harder to hold onto my own weapon. I put my knife back away in favor of my gun. I had to be careful, we needed to make it in before alerting Daiki to our presence.

"Man, he's a worry wart," Harlow grumbled as he joined me. We headed over to the door. There was no one in sight as Harlow pulled out his phone, hitting a contact that read Chelsea.

“You don’t have the best track record,” I reminded him.

Harlow flipped me off. "Hey, we made it. Code?" Harlow looked up and waved at the camera. "She can see us. The camera feed isn't recording and we have about thirty minutes before the backup system takes notice." His brows scrunched. "And a lot more mumbo jumbo." He rolled his eyes, focusing back on the number pad and typing them in.