Tony literally screamed to drown out his words, before grinding out, “Wes is a friend of mine. He owes me a favor. It won’t take much persuading for him to do it unofficially, considering he finds people like you?—”
“Have you eaten ass before? More importantly, have you taken the chance to look at Foxx’s ass? I mean, I know he covers it up with his baggy jeans and sweaters, but you?—”
“The nicest way I can word it is that he finds you freaks entertaining.”
Harlow stiffened. “Do I look like a lab rat to you?”
“Do you want me to be honest or lie?” Tony said with a twisted grin.
He crossed his arms and smiled evilly, before saying, “I’m going to live a long, LONG life!”
The grin slipped from the man’s face, and he stared blankly for a moment before crying in disbelief. “How the fucking hell did I end up pairing you with someone so similar?! You two seemed NOTHING alike. What God, Goddess, or dumb fuck Demon decided to curse my ass with this nonsense?!”
Harlow’s brow rose at that. “Similar? In what way? I mean, he does love violence and torture, but… I’d say our interests are similar adjacent. Not completely the same, but running along the same vein.” He tilted his head as he thought on it. “Foxx may be a bit more blood thirsty than I am, and not just because of the vampire thing. Which is…” He smirked. “Hot as fuck.”
“What is wrong with you?!” Tony scowled. “I would love it if you just went back to screwing random women.”
“First of all, why go out to find others when I have better at home, waiting for me with the plumpest ass I’ve had the pleasure of grabbing, in the air and ready for the taking? You could do that though. I’m sure it would be a relief to finally get between the thighs of someone who’s not a raging cu?—”
“Harlow!” Tony growled, before taking a deep breath that just ended in another growl.
Harlow found the man’s expression interesting. Tony was irritated, for sure…yet…there was no real anger. He actually…couldn’t recall Tony ever being truly angry about the shit he’d said about his wife. Which was odd…wasn’t it?
“I’m curious. You don’t actually care what I say about her, so why do you even bother trying to stop me?”
“Harlow, drop it,” the other man said firmly.
“You know, if I had talked this way about any of your previous partners, before we went legal here, you’d have shot me. Almost did a few times, because you have horrible taste in women, yet…not once have you ever threatened me for anything I’ve said about Janice.” He tilted his head the other way. “What exactly is going on, Tony?”
Harlow’s hackles rose as Tony’s expression closed down. The man's piercing gaze was a clear warning. Voice low, even and emotionless, Tony said, “Stay out of it, Harlow.”
What the fuck…? Janice, the gold digger… What else was she hiding?
Harlow wanted to push, but he knew that expression. He had gotten shot a few times in the past after disregarding it. And since he knew it meant that nothing he said or did would force Tony to cross the line he’d drawn, Harlow would drop it for now. As really, there was no point in getting fucking shot for nothing.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to dig on his own though. Because Tony acting like this was a major red flag that some deep shit was going down.
“Don’t,” Tony growled in warning.
“Don’t, what? I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I know you well enough. Don’t dig, stay out of it.”
“I will,” he lied with a smile.
“Fucking-A, you are a pain in the ass. Can’t you just listen for once?!”
“Pretty sure I just said I will.”
“But you’re lying.”
“Can’t prove that.”
Tony groaned and rubbed his face.
Harlow chuckled. “Better relax, old man. You know, before you have to up your blood pressure medicine…again.”
“Laugh it up, you fucker. You’re not too far behind me.”
