Page 54 of Say I Do

Tony turned to me. “Do you need anything else, boss?” He held out a hand. “Let me help you up.”

My husband growled at him. “Touch him and die, Tony. I swear to everything I’ll saw that hand right off your wrist.”

I barked out a laugh. “It’s fine, Tony. No need to lose a hand. Harlow can help me.” I sat up before my head dipped, and I lifted it once more. “Go home.”

“Fine,” Tony said shortly. He cast a disdainful look in Harlow’s direction before he gazed at me again. “Call me if you need anything.”

I waved him off. “Thank you, but I’m great.”

“I doubt that,” he muttered.

Tony left regardless. He was still sore about the whole Harlow knocking him out and stuffing him into a trunk thing. I couldn’t blame him. If it had been me, I would have murdered the person who pulled that shit, but Tony couldn’t. There were rules. I knew he’d come around eventually, but that would take time.

“You’re drunk off your ass,” Harlow muttered as he reached down and helped me up. He grunted as he led me to the couch, and I plopped down. “What’s wrong with you? Were you off with your skanks again?”

“Nah,” I said. “Off chasing down leads and shit.”

“Leads?” Harlow asked. He frowned and watched as I tried to toe off my shoes. “What leads?”

“Someone’s leaking info and shit,” I muttered. “Can’t figure out who, though. My guys can fight, but they aren’t spies. They can’t infiltrate shit and figure stuff out,” I muttered. “It’s hard to get info when everyone knows who we are.” I swore under my breath.

Harlow crouched and grabbed my shoe. One after the other, he tugged them off and tossed them aside. When he stood, I expected the interrogation to resume. Instead, he reached for my jacket and tugged it from my shoulders. My shirt followed along with my pants until I’d been stripped to my boxers.

“What?” I asked. “You wanna fuck?”

The back of Harlow’s hand connected with my cheek. “Snap out of it already. You’re drunk, slurring, and wallowing. I didn’t know I married such a pussy. If I had, I probably would have bitten through my own tongue.” He shoved a hand against my chest and straddled my lap. “I’ll help you with your problem.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked as I rubbed my still-stinging cheek. I grabbed his wrist and yanked him close. “Hit me again, and I’ll break this.”

Harlow tilted his head, that smug look coming over his features. “I would love for you to try,” he purred. He shifted until he pressed his knee against my cock. When I moaned, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “I’ll help you figure out who’s spreading this shit. Like you said, if we fuck up this facade, we’re both screwed. My father and yours would probably get off on the ass-kicking we’d get.” He huffed as he sat back. “I can find out what’s going on.”

“Everyone knows you too,” I pointed out. “Remember? You’re a Vitale now. Or almost according to the media. And the wedding is in two weeks,” I muttered.

“Trust me. I know how to get in and out of places. Besides, I have help.” Harlow reached out. His fingers danced over the cheek he’d slapped. “Buy me a phone.”

“Fuck off,” I laughed. “Are you being nice to get a phone now?”

“No, I can get one myself,” he said. The look in his eyes said he meant every word. “However, I’m trying here to… to play along. So, get me a phone. I need one.”

I raised a brow.Who can he possibly have to contact?Enzo’s words swam in my head. What if the source of the rumors was Harlow? My stomach turned as bile rose in my throat. For some reason, I didn’t want to think about that, even though I should.What reason would he have to screw me over?

I didn’t want to think about that either.

“Fine. I’ll get you one tomorrow.”

Harlow nodded, his face still somber as he gazed at me. “Um, I don’t know what to say or do right now. You seem really… fucked up.”

I laughed. “I am,” I agreed before my throat tightened, and the words struggled to come out. “I am.”

Fuck, why the hell was I about to cry? I hadn’t cried since Giancarlo came home. Even then, the tears only flowed when I locked myself in my office and finally allowed myself to crumble.It’s the alcohol, that’s all.I chalked it up to entirely too much scotch and swallowed thickly as I blinked back frustrated tears. Why was everything always on my shoulders?

“Benito?”

I glared at him. “I’m good,” I said abruptly. “I don’t need that tone of pity in your voice, so just—”

“Okay,” Harlow said as he climbed from my lap, making me instantly miss the warmth. I expected him to walk away, but instead, he sat beside me. Harlow grabbed the remote. “You hungry?”

The knots in my stomach loosened a bit. “No.”

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