“Right.”
His phone started ringing. “Oh good, we don’t have to.” He swiped and…growled, “Fucking piece of shit! WHY DOES IT ONLY WORK SOMETIMES?!”
Foxx giggled. “You are pressing down too hard.” The man lightly swiped his finger across his phone, connecting the call, before quickly turning on the speaker.
“Fucking hell, Harlow, you almost got my ass a one-way trip into a fucking pine box! What the hell do you want?!” Tony roared, before taking a few deep and labored breaths. The human sounded as if he was winded.
“Did the call startle you?” he asked with a smirk.
“Fuck you.”
“Mm—”
“Don’t!” the man ground out. “What is it?!”
Foxx giggled.
“Well, I just thought…you’d want to?—”
“You have five seconds before I’m hanging up!”
Harlow chuckled. The man was too easy. “We caught one of the spreaders. We need a pick up with restraint capabilities.”
“He broke my jaw!” the blond human whined.
Harlow rolled his eyes.
“Bloody hell, you are a whiny ass bitch,” Foxx snapped. “You literally sent a group of paranormals not only off to their deaths, but on a murder spree. What makes you think our boss gives a flying fuck about your jaw?”
“Broke his jaw, did you?” Tony snorted. “Next time, dislocate it instead. Much less noisy that way.”
Bradley let out a sound of disbelief.
Hmm…less noise was always a good thing. “Yeah, oddly enough, I found another poison tooth.”
“No shit? Those things on sale or something?”
“Fuck if I know. Maverick says hi, by the way. You may want to release that news you planned, now rather than later.”
“Might as well. I got word this morning that the government’s stock of counteragent has reached the minimum capacity needed to handle immediate release to the public. And to be honest, with attacks happening all over the country, and people starting to notice that we aren’t actually taking down the so-called perps, the news is already a crap shoot. Might as well blow it up even more.”
“Have fun!” Foxx sang.
“You two hang tight, I’ll send someone to grab the fucker.”
When Tony hung up, Harlow returned the phone to an inside pocket.
Foxx, who was still standing beside the human, looked to him and then back at Bradley, who had his mouth open and was pressing at the wound. Without warning, the vampire yanked the man’s other upper canine out.
“WHY?!?” Bradley screeched.
“So now they match!” Foxx explained with a sweet-sounding giggle. As sweet as it had sounded, the flush on the vampire’s cheeks definitely told him that his little ball of sadistic sunshine had gotten off on that.
Harlow chuckled.
“Evil! EVIL DEMONS!” the human bellowed.
Foxx struck out with his fist. The crunch as he connected with the man’s face was audible, as was the thud when Bradley dropped.
