Crazy in Love (ALL NEW CHAPTERS!!!!)

Unfinished Work

He glanced at Harley as she sat, his eyes lingering on her with a quiet sigh. Pulling himself together, he answered the phone, his voice shifting to a smooth, unaffected tone. "Hello." Calm, composed—he wouldn't want to alarm anyone, least of all his adoring fans.

"You didn't kill him!?" the voice on the other end barked.

"Oh, you know me," he replied with a low chuckle. "I like to keep them waiting."

"Well, don't! I'm paying you to finish the job, not mess around."

His grin widened, but his tone stayed light. "Alright, alright. Fine."

He hung up with a click, his thoughts momentarily tangled. Getting paid to kill—it wasn't the same. Killing was supposed to be about the thrill, the artistry, the chaos. Turning it into a transaction felt... sterile. Still, work was work.

His gaze drifted back to Harley. She sat there, lips pursed in a soft pout, looking like a picture of mischief and frustration. He hated denying her anything.

"Harley, get my coat," he said, moving toward the door and pulling it open without looking back.

Harley's POV

She sucked her lip back in, her pout replaced by a bright smile as she grabbed his coat. Skipping to the door, she handed it to him with a kiss on the cheek. "Here ya go, Mista J!" she said cheerily.

Was that a smile she caught? Or just the curve of his scars?

They slipped into the car, and he started driving, fast as always. She didn't ask where they were going; she never did. She trusted him completely, and besides, she was too lost in her own fantasies.

She craved the sight of him drenched in chaos—blood on his hands, that wild laughter echoing through the air. The thought of it made her heart race.

Before she realized it, the ride was over, and they pulled up to a dingy hotel. She raised a brow but kept her questions to herself. He leaned toward her, his tone teasing as he said, "We're here."

Her cheeks flushed pink beneath her face paint.

She stepped out of the car, following him as he strode toward the entrance without hesitation. No one stopped them, even though they looked every bit as dangerous as they were.

Upstairs, they stopped in front of room 23. He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close for a lingering kiss. She melted into it, savoring the moment before he let her go and rapped his knuckles against the door.

He rocked on his heels, grinning until a tall man opened the door. Harley's stomach twisted with recognition—it was the guy Mr. J had left alive. Big mistake for him.

"Hey there, champ," Mr. J drawled, leaning casually against the doorframe. "How ya doin'? Got a second?"

Without waiting for an answer, he strolled inside. The man's face twisted between fear and anger.

Harley followed, her gaze flicking around the dingy room. It was a dump—fitting for someone on death's doorstep.

"What are you doing here!?" the man barked, his voice trembling. "You tried to kill me!"

Mr. J tilted his head, flashing that signature grin. "I'm here to finish the job."