Better to ask before just doing it.
Foxx…well, the vampire didn’t need him to fight his battles for him. But he would. Hell, Harlow would burn shit down for the fun of it, Foxx didn’t even need to ask. Which was why he was currently plotting to have various individuals assassinated. He really needed to call Gavin…
Foxx pursed his lips as if he was considering it, but then he shook his head and said, “No, the wanker would definitely press charges.”
“Would have been fun.” Harlow sighed. “Can I at least go in and make him piss himself?”
Foxx snorted. “I feel Tony would make you clean that up.”
Harlow grimaced. The fucker so would. “Fine…” he grumbled.
“Sorry for ruining your fun.” Foxx giggled. “Come on, we need to stop by Tony’s office before we head out. Because, apparently, no one else thought it worth reporting to the man that the Guild psychologist hates vampires.”
Harlow stood with a chuckle. “Talk about picking the wrong person to fuck with.”
“Definitely not his smartest decision.”
Harlow followed behind Foxx as he walked back to the main area, smirking when the little vampire opened Tony’s door without knocking—ahh, he was learning. Harlow would have him being Tony’s second biggest pain in the ass in no time!
Tony glanced up at them over his reading glasses. “If you are here about the protection issue, there are no updates.” The man’s gaze narrowed. “Don’t you have an appointment to be at, Foxx?”
“Oh, I had the appointment, all right,” Foxx drawled.
Harlow just managed to close the door before the rant started.
“Let me first say, how dare you even think about putting vulnerable members of my species in front of some dickhead who not only doesn’t care whether they live or die, but actively is trying to give ‘advice’ that will adversely affect their mental health. What did you do, go to a church and ask for a doctor, and then tell him to have at it?! Really, I’m struggling to get past the audacity you had on forcing me to talk to that gaslighting, homophobic, toxic cu?—”
The rant just kept going. And with each word, Foxx seemed to be getting more and more worked up, the vampire’s accent getting thicker by the second.
By the time Foxx finished absolutely disparaging Johansson’s existence, not to mention admonishing Tony in some very colorful ways, on top of calling out the man for hiring the bastard in the first place, the other man looked a mixture of angry and startled.
Probably more startled, if the wide eyes and slightly parted mouth were anything to go by. But the vein on his forehead was definitely bulging.
Honestly, Tony’s expression was…hilarious. Harlow smirked smugly. Served the bastard right. About time someone other than him had to deal with being lectured by a pint-sized cutie-pie vampire.
His smirk only widened when the man’s mouth pressed closed in a firm line on noticing his expression.
Sighing, Tony cleared his throat and said, “I didn’t hire him.”
Foxx started to wave his finger, looking to be about to fire something scathing back, but then the words must have registered as he frowned and asked, “You didn’t?”
“No, headquarters did. But, thank you for giving me the pleasure of firing the bastard, I suppose.” Tony sighed again and rubbed at his temple. “It’ll be handled. I apologize, Foxx, that the person who was supposed to help you tried to do the opposite.”
“Okay…” the vampire said slowly.
Harlow held back his laugh. Foxx seemed to have run out of steam upon hearing that Tony was so easily doing what he wanted.
The vampire was the one to clear his throat this time. “So, am I cleared for work now?”
“Yes, yes, but you can start back tomorrow, after you cool down. Don’t want you murdering anyone you shouldn’t.”
Harlow snorted. “Like we’d tell you even if we did.”
“Get out.”
“Why leave when I’m enjoying myself?” he asked with a chuckle.
“GET OUT!” Tony growled as the man surged to his feet and pointed threateningly towards the door.
