Page 59 of Say I Do

It had been so long since I’d let loose. The calmness that took over was impossible to shove back. I grinned as I cracked noses and jaws. Everything around me began to blur, and laughter reached my ears. It took my brain too long to realize it was coming from me.

My fist was cocked back. Blood dripped from the brass knuckles, the original color not even visible under the amount of blood that decorated them. The man beneath me was barely breathing. It was more of a wheeze.

The others weren’t in any better shape, and I sighed. I’d lost it a bit there. In my defense, my husband kept me locked away entirely too long.

Quincy was going to bitch about his clothes. The shirt was so drenched it molded to my body like a second skin. I wiped the sweat off my brow, blood smearing on my forehead. My phone vibrated, and I remembered I still hadn’t checked what Benito wanted.

Asshole husband: Where are you?

Asshole husband: You fucked up. One time I give you freedom, and this is the shit you pull.

Harlow: Why don’t you ask Tony? You sent him with me to keep tabs on me, right?

The three dots danced in the corner as I waited for the reply.

Asshole husband: You gave him the slip in Chinatown.

Harlow: I figured he could pick up dinner while I take care of business.

The phone rang, and I forwarded the call. I wasn’t ready to talk to him. I was still hyped up on the bloodshed. My breathing was irregular, and I was certain I’d burst out laughing again if I wasn't careful.

I need a good smoke and fuck.

Asshole husband: Pick up the fucking phone, Harlow.

Harlow: Or what?

One of the men on the floor grunted, and I slammed my fist down repeatedly until more blood joined the growing puddle. It would be a bitch for whoever had to clean.

My fingers throbbed, but it was a welcome pain that made my dick even harder. I checked the time. Did I have time to rub one out? Maybe Benito would be down for angry phone sex. I wanted to laugh at the thought. He’d probably curse me out.

Quincy: Spotted. Two minutes out.

I sent a quick K back and switched over to Benito’s messages.

Asshole husband: I swear, Harlow, I will kill you.

Asshole husband: Answer the phone.

Asshole husband: Go and find Tony now.

Asshole husband: Harlow!!!

One after another kept coming through. It was kind of cute. I checked to make sure every man was down for the count before I hit Benito’s contact. A slew of Italian was tossed my way. I was only upset I couldn’t suck him off as he cursed me out.

I wished I could let him continue, but I was on limited time. “Shut the fuck up already.” I stepped over the bodies on the floor and took a seat on one of the single couches.

I could picture Benito fuming. I couldn’t wait to get home to feel his anger pressed up against me.Fuck.

“Harlow, you better start explaining.”

“No time, but I am going to let you listen in, so shut the fuck up.” I slipped the phone into my pocket.

The doorknob turned, and the man I’d come to see froze in the entryway. His brown eyes tracked over every inch of the place and his men on the floor. His face was wrinklier than I remembered. His lips were set in a frown as he took everything in. His thick black hair was combed back in the very same way he’d done years ago. The other three men around him pulled out their guns and aimed them my way.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice still sent spikes of fear and disgust down my spine.

I said nothing as I stared at him, waiting to see what the triad leader would do.

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