Page 110 of Say I Do

“Of course. I had a feeling you wouldn’t want this left with any messy ends.”

“I don’t.”

Tony had texted me the moment they arrived at the hotel. His instincts and loyalty were the only things that would save my idiotic husband. My eyes swept over the room.

“Enzo and Giancarlo are right behind me. Gin will have Chelsea fix the cameras, and Enzo will oversee the details of this little fuck up.” My gaze landed on Harlow once more. I raised a finger and crooked it at him. “Come here.”

Harlow glared at Tony. “Snitch.”

“I told you I wasn’t going to help you.” Tony shrugged. “And now we’re even.”

Harlow looked like he wanted to attack Tony. I reached out as he shuffled forward before I yanked him against my body. He glanced up, and I gripped his cheek tightly. My eyes were drawn to a cut on his right cheek.

“What happened?”

Harlow shrugged. “It was a little gunshot.”

My heart raced. “Hurt anywhere else?”

He shook his head. “No, just there,” he muttered as he glanced away. I shook his head sharply, and he stared at me again. “I’m fine.”

“Who did it?”

“The guy’s already dead.”

My stomach tightened. Already dead. Fuck. I wanted to stomp the man to death who had put a single mark on his skin. The anger in my chest grew.

“You sure you’re all right?” I asked.

Harlow’s hand lay on top of mine. He nodded. “Yeah, it’s no big deal.”

Relief flooded me. At least he was still standing. However, now that I was sure he was alright, the irritation took over. I gripped his cheek harder.

“The fuck were you thinking?”

“I did what I had to do.”

“Is that what you think?” I asked, shaking my head. “Last I checked, I didn’t ask you for help. You’ve overstepped, and now this shit will land on me.” My grip tightened. “Do you understand how badly you’ve fucked up?”

“Darla and Lee were working with someone. Tony has the phone with the contacts in it. I could help.”

“I don’t want your help,” I snapped as I shoved him away.

Harlow charged at me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, swept his leg and shoved his face against the floor. As much as I enjoyed the way we flirted and fucked, this was not the time. The rage that built in my chest threatened to explode. Harlow grunted as he tried to flip over, but I shoved my knee into his back.

“Get off of him,” Quincy said. I glanced up and tilted my head at the challenge in his eyes.

“Or what?”

“I’ll remove your hands from your fucking wrists.”

I grinned. “You’re welcome to try, just like I told him when we first met. I’m not so easy to kill or maim.” I nodded toward Tony. “Besides, he’ll put a bullet in you before you even get the chance to draw a weapon.”

Tony leveled his gun on Quincy, his face empty as he stood, ready to shoot. I reminded myself to give him a nice, big cut of the next gun shipment money that came in. If anyone deserved it, Tony did. He’d put up with a lot lately.

Quincy backed off. I released Harlow’s hair, but I kept him pinned to the spot as he fought and cursed in Japanese. We’d been around each other way too long because I could actually understand some of the stuff that came out of his mouth. I shifted.

“Phone.”