“Right. Instead of an in-person meeting, I’ll look into what needs to be done and get back to you. Expect to receive things over the next few days in your email.”
“I’ll keep an eye out.”
Tony grunted, “I’ll be in touch,” before hanging up.
Foxx flopped back. This had to work… It had to. He refused to let anything happened to any of the vampires, just because they had the ‘audacity’ to testify to the torture they were put through.
“Do you have to be so difficult?” Harlow growled, eyeing the beat up silver Pontiac next to them that seemed intent on refusing to get the fuck out of the way. He slowed down in an attempt to get behind the person, and had to hold back his urge to just swerve into the bastard, when the fucker once again slowed down,remainingin his motherfucking way.
“I haven’t even begun to be difficult!” Foxx hissed.
“It’s just one little tracking device!” Harlow slammed on the brakes, his insides filling with murderous rage when the car next to them did the same.
“You are not putting a tracker on me!” Foxx squeaked as he jerked against his seatbelt. “What are you doing?!”
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?! I’m trying to get over! Just focus on the conversation,” Harlow huffed. “Now, if something happens again…” He trailed off on realizing just how many real things could possibly go wrong.
“I can’t live my life based on whatcouldhappen.”
“Which you shouldn’t. But if something could possibly be useful in keeping you in one piece, why the fuck would we not use it?!” He growled the last part just as he slammed his foot on the gas and sped up to thirty over the limit. Flipping off the bitch behind them while he passed, Harlow was finally able to merge over.
“Harlow!” Foxx gasped in response to his driving.
Letting the car slow down to a normal speed, Harlow plastered a smile on his face and asked, “Would it be so bad for us to have some way to track your ass down if something goes wrong?”
“I said, no.”
“Foxx.”
“No!”
Harlow huffed. “What if I wear one too?”
Eyes going wide, Foxx gasped, “You?!”
“Yes,” he said as his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, growling on finding the Pontiac far up his ass. Unfortunately, the windows were so tinted that he couldn’t make out the driver. He sped up, memorizing the license plate once it was in view. He made a note to track them down later and possibly destroy their shit box of a car.
Harlow pulled into the parking lot of the Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild before the person had a chance to catch up. The car never stopped, speeding on past while Harlow parked.
He turned to Foxx once he put his Jeep Grand Cherokee into park. The vampire was staring at him, looking baffled still.
“You can’t be serious right now, old man.”
“I am.”
And…he shockingly was. Hard to believe it himself, yet…he was serious. If it would make Foxx wear one, then he would too. Harlow refused to deal with the whole kidnapping thing again. And judging by how many times they’ve been fucking blown up in the last few months, knowing their luck, it would happen again.
“I don’t want to,” Foxx whined.
“Coming back around to you being a pain in the ass. Can you not?”
Foxx gave him a fake ass smile, with dimples and all. “Hmm…let me think about it… NO!”
“I would like to point out… I could have just chipped your ass without telling you.”
Thinking on it now, that was exactly what he should have done… Why the fuck had he bothered asking? He should have just done it and pretended he hadn’t. Just like he’d done after setting up those cameras in Foxx’s apartment while the vampire had been stuck in the hospital. Though…he probably should have mentioned them to Foxx…maybe…
Whatever, doing it had satisfied his paranoia after the whole kidnapping thing. And really, could one have too much security?! Sure, the area the apartment complex was in was gated, and the elevator in their building didn’t work unless you had a key, but that key was practically pointless!
