He eyed Foxx, who was still smiling brightly, and he figured they couldn’t pretend they were human with his vampire’s little fang showing so cutely with his dimples and freckles.
Fuck it! “Hey, fucker,” Harlow chuckled. “Miss me?”
There was a harsh inhale over the line before Maverick ground out, “You…”
The eyes of the man standing in front of them widened.
“How’s the back?” he asked with a smug grin.
“This…isn’t over! Bradley, do what’s right.” The call went dead.
Harlow saw a flash of fear in the human’s eyes, right before what he thought might be resolve. He moved without hesitation at the first sound of his teeth snapping together. Clamping down on Bradley’s jaw, he used restraint, but he still felt something pop under his hand as he forced the man’s mouth open, and in quick succession, he yanked the already chipped upper right canine out.
The human screamed. As tears filled the man’s eyes, Bradley stumbled back, clutching at his jaw as blood dripped from his mouth. “My jaw… You broke my jaw!” Based on how garbled the man’s words were, he likely was right.
Foxx clapped happily. “Oh! Look at you, Harlow, you did so well!”
Harlow, despite feeling like a little kid every time the vampire praised him with enough enthusiasm that one would assume he was joking, he still smiled. Because he knew Foxx wasn’t being sarcastic. “Yep, pretty proud, brat. You taught me well.”
The vampire beamed, but his nose wrinkle in irritation when the human started screaming for help.
He dropped the tooth and crushed it with his boot. “Keep yelling and that will be you.”
Bradley’s yells cut off instantly, the human gulping. Harlow rolled his eyes and mouth twisting in disgust, he wiped the salivaoff his hand, just barely holding back the urge to pull out a wet wipe.
“Fucking hell, what is with the poison tooth thing?” he grumbled.
“What do you mean?” Foxx asked.
“Two of those fucking priests I tortured had one implanted. This is the third time in under a year that I’ve had someone try to off themselves with a damn tooth.”
“Mmm, who knows, maybe it’s a staple for second rate evil villains? Though, that first guy didn’t have one.”
“Manwasa coward,” Harlow drawled.
Foxx’s head tilted. “In my experience, cowards usually take the easy way out…over facing the consequences.”
“Well, he was a coward who feared death more than torture. Anyway, I’m calling this in. As in, actually calling. It's not something I’d assume Tony would want us sharing over the main line.”
“Probably not. While everyone here knows that Humanity's Last Stand is responsible, as far as I know, Maverick’s name hasn’t been revealed yet.”
Grunting, Harlow pulled out his secure phone, but paused to glare at the human. “You try to run past us and it will hurt.”
“A lot.” Foxx giggled.
Bradley took a step back towards the dead end.
“Get his phone,” he drawled with a smile as he dialed the number and hit call.
As his phone rang and rang, Harlow stood there and watched Foxx take the human’s cellphone and crush it in his hand.
Tony didn’t pick up, the phone call ending with some ‘the user has not set up their mailbox’ bullshit.
“Maybe he’s busy?” Foxx said with a frown. “Maybe we could try to convey part of the message covertly over the line?”
“Can you think of a way to say that we caught someone and now Maverick knows covertly?”
Foxx opened his mouth and then closed it, before sighing and saying, “No. I feel that no matter how we say it, there will be questions.”
