Page 111 of Say I Do

Tony tossed it to me. I scrolled through it before I frowned.

“Did you recognize any of them?” I asked Tony.

He looked them over and shook his head. “Nothing I know about.”

Frowning, I scrolled more. I could call one of the numbers and hope for the best. But as Tony filled me in, I knew that if I tipped off whoever he was working with, everything would disappear. I needed this lead.

“What about you?” I asked Harlow as I showed him the phone.

“Get off me!” Harlow snapped.

“Answer me,” I growled.

Harlow panted. I watched as he gazed at the screen before his eyes widened. I stopped scrolling and stared at the two numbers on display.

“You know what you’re looking at? Who do these numbers belong to?”

Harlow bit his lip. “I don’t know.”

My chest tightened.Did he just lie to me?I stood up as the door to the hotel room swung open. Enzo and Giancarlo joined us. Immediately my younger brother went to work while I passed the phone to Gin.

“Have Chelsea look into these two numbers. I need everything I can find on them. A location would be best.”

“Chelsea can do anything,” Giancarlo muttered as he took out his phone and sent the numbers. “I’m sure she’ll have it back to us soon.”

I nodded. “Help Enzo. Looks like he smuggled in his ax.”

Enzo opened his jacket and pulled the small handled ax completely free. He sat his briefcase down before he opened it and pulled a blue tarp loose. Quincy took one look at him and stepped back.

Giancarlo opened one of the two suitcases he’d brought with him. He laid one down and patted it. “This should be okay to transport them out of here. Think you can steal a maid’s cart like old times?” he asked me.

I glanced at Harlow, who had picked himself up. He stood off to the side, his arms wrapped around his body as his lips pressed into a straight line.I refuse to leave him alone right now.Finally, he glanced up at me. His lips parted.

“You called him instead of me?” I asked before he could say a word.

“Sure did,” Quincy said.

I ignored him and stared at Harlow. “Is that what you did?”

“Bothering you seemed stupid when I could—”

I held up a hand. “Don’t,” I snapped. “Let’s not pretend you neglected to call me to save me. It’s bullshit, and I’m not going to swallow it.” I turned to Enzo. “I know you have a knife. Give me one. Let’s drag them into the bathroom and break them down.”

Enzo and Gin exchanged looks but nodded. I was surprised there were no irritating arguments or Gin whining that he didn’t have a knife. Neither of them dragged their feet. For once, they set to work, and I didn’t have to hurry them along.

“Benito,” Harlow called.

“Don’t.”

The annoying weight of emotions I didn’t want to have only constricted my chest more. He’d given me some big lecture about us being in this together. And then he’d called Quincy instead.

I didn’t want to think about that right now.

I walked into the bathroom as I rolled up my sleeves. I couldn’t let my emotions override my logic. It was time to get to work.

* * *

Every bumpand jolt of the road made my stomach tighten as we drove through the city. The comfortable silence I often enjoyed with Harlow was dead. In its place was uncomfortable, claustrophobic quiet. Quincy sat in the front beside Tony while I stayed in back with Harlow. I could feel eyes on me, all of theirs, but I ignored them. Instead, I opted for a smoke. I rolled the window down and shoved my fingers through my damp hair.

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