Tony eyed the man. “You’ve grown attached to Foxx.”
Harlow narrowed his eyes. “What is that even supposed to mean? Attached? Sure, I’m fucking attached, because Foxx is fucking mine. He’s my partner. He’s irritating as all hell, but he is mine. These fucks had no right to touch him.”
Tony stared… Perhaps attached hadn’t been the right word. He had never seen Harlow appear so overly worried for anyone. And while he generally didn’t use the word worried, or concerned, or anything else along those lines when it came to Harlow’s feelings about others… He wasn’t sure there was any other way to describe this situation.
Harlow was worried. He could see it in his agitation, his unwillingness to rest. This was way past attachment…more obsession.
The other human’s gaze pulled away, a frown forming on his face. “There’s a camera.”
Tony glanced up to where Harlow was looking, and saw that there was indeed a camera. “I’ll send someone to wipe the footage.”
He had to say, he really enjoyed the fact that they could legally do all this shit, and destroy any evidence that risked exposing their identities. In this case, a camera feed that showed their faces in full.
“Can I have it?”
His gaze snapped to Harlow in confusion. “What for?”
“Foxx will like it.”
“What?!” Tony stared, wishing he could unhear what he just heard. “Why are you like this?”
“Born this way?” Harlow spoke the words in a way that seemed like it was a question. “So…can I have it?”
“Foxx won’t want to see it.”
“You are very wrong.”
He stared. Harlow stared back unblinking, face blank. “You aren’t fucking we me? You are serious about this, aren’t you?”
Harlow frowned. “You’d know if I was fucking with you.”
“Who could possibly fucking know how your head works?” He sighed, rubbing at his temples. “Do you actually think Foxx would want to see the surveillance footage of you torturing multiple people to death?”
“Yes. We’ll probably fuck afterwards too.”
“Holy shit. You two are both fucking mental.”
“Okay…but can I have it?”
“FUCK! Yes, you can have the damn footage, you fucking psychopath.”
“Good,” Harlow said with a grunt, tossing the rag down before asking, “Are you sure we need to bring everyone? I could take them all down myself.”
The swift change in subject almost made Tony’s head spin, but it sadly made him realize that Harlow had been completely serious about the footage. Did he somehow manage to pair Harlow up with someone just as fucking insane as him? Oh, could his life really be plagued with this many bat shit crazy people?
Tony sighed. “It’s not about taking them out. As my retired ass could no doubt handle them. They are priests, and most will not have any sort of modern weapons. But since we aren’t planning to slaughter them all, yes, everyone’s going.”
Harlow growled. “Can I at least punch a few?”
“You just tortured seven people, killing six out of seven. Was that not enough?”
“No…”
This fucker…Tony growled. “If they act up, you can punch them.”
“Bringing everyone is just going to make it take longer,” Harlow huffed.
Tony shook his head at the almost pouty expression on Harlow’s face. “We are going into a situation with who knows how many injured victims. Do you want to take care of all the weeping, blubbering vampires on your own?”
