Page 86 of Say I Do

“Whoever gets him to tell us where that phone is wins.”

Harlow pressed against me. “If I win, what’s my prize?”

“What do you want?” I asked cautiously. “Your answer will determine what I agree to.”

“Now, that’s not fair,” he said as he clicked his tongue and shoved his hand into my suit jacket. “You have to agree to whatever I want.”

He leaned in closer, and my pulse increased. Harlow’s sinful lips graced my neck. I knew to pull away, but I felt frozen to the spot. It was almost as if I anticipated what was to come. He swiped his tongue over my flesh before biting down. Pain erupted, instantly pulling a guttural groan from me. A fire ignited in the pit of my stomach as Harlow pulled back a smirk on his face. My cock twitched.

“Fuck. What do you want?”

Harlow winked. “That’s a surprise, husband.”

I watched as he walked backward with a devious grin on his lips. He turned, and my eyes traveled over his body. Harlow was so far outside the scope of my type, but I couldn’t get enough of him. Being around the man felt like a needle in the vein. When he wasn’t around, I had fucking withdrawals. It was a problem.

He was a problem.

I don’t want to be away from him.

Harlow spun his knife around his fingers expertly. I watched as he made a cut and blood sprayed. He was messy and chaotic, where I was precise and calculated. We took turns, working the man over back and forth as he refused to give up where his phone was.

“I like that cut,” I said as I stood behind the man and nodded to Harlow’s work. “Looks almost artistic.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “Lotus flowers have been a specialty of mine for a while. My friend taught it to me.”

I paused as I removed my hands from Dan’s throat and let him suck in a ragged, panicked breath for the fifth time. “What friend?”

“A friend,” Harlow answered, fully concentrating on his design.

I stared at him until he met my gaze. He searched my face before that devious sparkle in his eyes intensified. The bastard knew when I was irritated, and he liked to press on that nerve with all his might.

“I’ll be meeting this friend. Tomorrow,” I said.

“Who says he has time?”

“Either you get him to make time,” I said and slapped a hand over Dan’s mouth as he started to scream. “Or I’ll take a page from your book and cut him into pieces.”

Harlow laughed. “That’s not your style at all.”

“You’re right. I’ll have Enzo do it over video. You’ll sit on my lap and watch while I stroke your cock.”

Harlow swallowed thickly. “I shouldn’t think that’s hot, but I am messed up,” he said before he groaned. “Fine. You can meet him.”

I relaxed. “Tomorrow.”

He waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you.” Harlow waved the knife toward Dan. “You wanna…”

I removed my hand from his mouth. “Right. Phone?” I asked.

“I don’t—”

Harlow stabbed the knife into his thigh without warning. The sounds the man made were more animal than man as he jerked and bucked in this chair. It scraped against the concrete, threatening to tip over at any moment until I gripped his shoulders hard and held on. When he could speak again, he sobbed.

“In my car!” he cried out. “Near the shop. Blue Honda Accord.”

I squeezed his shoulders. “How do we know you’re telling the truth? I mean, even knowing what we could do to your family, you held out. This could all be bullshit.”

“Check!” he begged.

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