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

Finishing Business

She slipped past the trembling man into his room, her fingers trailing over his so-called "precious" belongings. A sly grin tugged at her lips as she began inspecting and pocketing whatever caught her eye. Mister J loved it when she looted from their victims; it was practically a hobby of theirs. Besides, everything she did, she did for him.

"Please, let me go!" the man's desperate plea echoed from the other room.

She smirked. Sounds like Mister J brought him in.

"Harley!" his voice called, sharp and commanding. She skipped into the living room, giggling to herself. Won't be alive much longer, poor guy.

"Tie him up," Mister J ordered, an unmistakable spark of madness dancing in his eyes. She adored it when he got like this.

She moved swiftly, securing the man to the chair with practiced ease, humming as she worked.

"James, is it?" Mister J cocked his head, his piercing gaze sweeping over the room as though studying every crack and corner.

James gave a small, terrified nod.

"Well, alright then. We're in business," Mister J said with a grin that didn't reach his eyes.

Harley circled the chair, hands clasped behind her back like a cat stalking its prey. "Poor ol' James," she cooed mockingly. "What a scaredy cat!"

"A very serious man wants you dead. Not me, of course," Mister J continued with a chuckle.

James flinched, his voice shaking as he stammered, "W-who? Who wants me dead?"

Harley perched herself on Mister J's lap, his arm draping casually around her waist. "Do ya know who?" she asked, her voice sugar-sweet, though the glint in her eyes promised mischief.

James frantically shook his head, the denial in his eyes betraying his fear. He knew.

Harley hopped up, resuming her circling. "Oh, come on now, Jimmy. Would the name Wallace ring a bell?"

James froze, his face draining of color.

"Thought so," she whispered, leaning close to his ear, her lips brushing it as she spoke. "Why would dear old daddy want his son dead?"

Mister J clapped his hands together, his grin widening. "Oh, I've got it! He's tired of his deadbeat, gambling son bleeding him dry!"

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" Harley cheered, clapping enthusiastically. "You're so smart, puddin'."

James whimpered, his pleas spilling out in a pathetic stream. "He's lying! Please, I'll change! Just let me go!"

Harley crouched in front of him, her face splitting into a grin that was more teeth than joy. "Now, why would we do that?" she teased, tugging the ropes tighter, earning a groan from her captive.

Mister J stepped closer, his smile fading as he loomed over James. He tilted his head, studying the man like he was an insect under a magnifying glass. Then, with a shrug, he turned toward the door.

"Kill him," he said simply, his tone as casual as if he were ordering lunch.

As he reached the door, he paused and glanced back. "Make it quick, Harley." And with that, he was gone.

Harley leaned over James' shoulder, her grin wicked. "Sorry, doll," she cooed, her voice almost sympathetic. "I'll make it quick."

Straightening up, she grabbed her bat, giving it an experimental swing. "This'll be a home run," she said with a laugh, and then she brought it down.