Harlow burst into laughter and ushered a protesting Foxx from Tony’s office.
“Why am I getting yelled at?! I didn’t even do anything wrong!” Foxx whined. The vampire jumped when the door slammed shut behind them.
Spinning, Foxx hissed, “If this is how it’s going to be then I bloody well am going to do something to deserve being yelled at!”
Harlow snickered and dragged Foxx away, even as he started protesting again. “Come on, you can make trouble later.”
Foxx huffed, but let Harlow keep dragging him through the room. He pushed the door to the front of the Guild open and came to a stop on finding Iggy blocking his way.
“Move,” he demanded.
“Ah, Harlow, Foxx, so nice to see you two again. Come here often?” the other human said with a cheesy smile.
Was this asshole serious? “We fucking work here, you dumb fuck.”
“Right, right. So, Foxx, you doing anything Friday?”
Harlow tensed. “What in the fuck are you doing?”
Iggy didn’t acknowledge that he had said anything at all, the man just kept looking at Foxx, who was staring back, his face pinched.
“If you are free…how about you let me take you out on a date, hmm? There’s this movie I’ve been dying to see.”
“Youaregoing to die if you keep this up, Ignatius,” Harlow growled viciously, before shoving the fucker out of the way. Iggy stumbled back and almost fell on his ass. “Fuck off!” he swore, before tugging Foxx past the man and out of the Guild.
On reaching the car, he released his hold on Foxx’s arm. Unlocking the doors, he yanked the driver’s side open and got in.
“Can you believe that fucker?!” he snapped the second Foxx hopped in. “The man has always been dumb, but just what the actual fuck is wrong with him?! I had so many opportunities to shoot him before, why did I hold back?!”
Letting out an irritated huff, he started the car and pulled out.
How dare that bastard, Iggy, even…UGH! That smug smirk of his—he could tell it was a game to the man. The other human must have a death wish, trying to touch what was his!
His mind screeched halt… His?! Foxx…wasn’t his.
No…he was. Foxxwashis. At least, he was in terms of people who…he….
Harlow swallowed, frowning.
“He is…” Foxx hesitated, before saying, “odd.”
Odd…? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Odd, in a good way? Bad? Why the fuck did he care?Didhe care? More importantly, why the fuck wasn’t Foxx saying more?!
His gaze flicked to the vampire, but he immediately averting his eyes on finding the man staring at him with a peculiar look on his face. It kind of looked like Foxx had been trying to solve a puzzle of some kind. Harlow had a feeling the puzzle was him.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, pushing away all the weird fucking thoughts in his head as he tried to change the subject. “We could kill him?” His gaze flicked back over.
Foxx’s brow rose at that. “Iggy?”
Oh, how he wanted to say yes. “No, Johansson.”
Though, both those fuckers could get wrecked.
The vampire snorted. “He isn’t worth it. Though, I suppose…” Foxx giggled evilly. “It would be fun. But let’s bench that idea for if he fucks up more.”
Harlow grunted in response. Why wait for them to fuck up more?
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