The fight

Quincy and Harper stepped into the dimly lit interrogation room. The air was thick with tension, and in the center of the room, tied to a metal chair under a single overhead bulb, was a man with his head slumped forward. His clothes were rumpled, and his hands bound tightly behind him.

"Welcome boss!" Paige said as he turned to face Quincy.

Quincy's face was stone-cold. "Wake him up!"

Without hesitation, Paige yanked the hood off the man and splashed a bucket of ice-cold water on his face. The man coughed, sputtered, then looked up, disoriented and blinking against the harsh light.

"You! How dare you!" Ross growled, his voice hoarse.

"Long time, Ross." Harper said quietly, stepping out of the shadows, her arms crossed, eyes burning.

"Harper? You have me kidnapped?" he asked in disbelief, eyes widening as he tried to process her presence.

"Not me! Quincy did." she said with a smirk.

Ross turned to Quincy with panic growing in his expression. "Quincy, what have I done wrong?"

"You don't know your offense?" Quincy replied coolly, towering over him.

"No!" Ross snapped, feigning innocence.

Quincy narrowed his eyes. "You know I was regulating the mafia, don't you?"

Ross shifted uncomfortably. "Oh, I know about that!" he said grumpily and looked away.

Quincy took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Are you not one of them? Why do you think that I won't come for you, Ross?!"

"Quincy, I'm not a field owner. I just serve someone too."

Harper rolled her eyes. "But you were the major person behind the trafficking."

"I don't do that anymore, I swear! I have stopped."

Quincy scoffed. "How about the damage done to others? Don't you have to pay for that?"

Ross turned toward Harper, desperation lacing his voice. "Harper, won't you talk to him on my behalf? I was so good to you while on the field."

Her lips curled in disgust. "Good to me? You wanted to kill me along with Quincy and you sold me out for trying to save myself."

Ross grinned arrogantly. "But you are fine now, ain't you? You are living the glamorous courtesan life, all thanks to me."

Harper's eyes darkened. "All thanks to you? Have you forgotten our promise, Ross? I promised to kill you myself someday!"

"Harper, you will not do that." Ross stammered, now visibly nervous.

She glared at him. "Why? You think I can't kill you because you raised me to become a rogue? I seek power because of people like you."

Ross smirked weakly. "You can't kill me, Harper. Don't you need to find your sister?"

She froze. "Haha! You think that I'm not gonna kill you because I need to find my sister? You will definitely tell me yourself."

"I won't!"

Quincy didn't speak. He just gave a nod.

"Paige, start the punishment." Harper commanded.

"Yes ma'am!" Paige responded, moving forward and cracking his knuckles.

Ross flinched. "Oh wait wait! I'm gonna tell you!"

Harper's eyes narrowed. "Speak!"

Ross hesitated, then blurted out, "I actually don't know where she is. I sent her to Logan after bringing her to the field."

Harper's hands balled into fists. "You sent her to Logan? To do what exactly?"

"To spy for me. But I think Logan caught on and killed her, because I didn't hear anything from her anymore. He probably killed her or sold her out too. I couldn't ask Logan for her anymore."

Harper's voice cracked as her anger boiled over. "You this bastard! You sent Sincere to go and spy on Logan—have you gone crazy?!"

Ross gave a pitiful smile. "I'm trying to gain power too, just like you did."

Quincy's face turned to stone. "What are you talking about?"

Ross looked between the two. "Are you in love with her, Quincy?"

"How is that your business?" Quincy snapped.

Ross leaned forward, smug. "Harper is not in love with you. She is using you."

"Shut up, Ross!" Harper shouted, but Ross kept talking.

"Why? Are you scared, Harper?" he sneered. "Do you think she saved you back then because she felt some pity for you, Quincy? She was supposed to kill you then. I told her to kill you and she agreed. But then she changed her mind because Logan sent someone else after you guys. She only saved herself—not you."

Quincy's jaw clenched. His hand trembled slightly, eyes burning.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he muttered, barely above a whisper.

Ross pushed on, his voice venomous. "She is a courtesan. She is not worthy of the love and attention you are giving her, Quincy. She just needs power and could see you have tons of it and started using you to her own advantage."

"Keep quiet, Ross! Speak one more nonsense and you'll regret it." Quincy growled, fists shaking.

"She doesn't love you and she never will! She will only use you and when you lose your money or power, she will move onto the next person."

That was it.

"I said shut the fuck up!!" Quincy roared and lunged forward.

With terrifying speed, Quincy grabbed Ross's shoulder and stabbed him straight in the heart. Ross gasped, his eyes wide in shock as blood gushed down his chest. He slumped over, his final breath caught in his throat.

"Quincy!" Harper cried out and ran to his side. "Oh my goodness!" She gasped, eyes darting to Ross's limp body. "Why did you stab him, Quincy?!"

Quincy stepped back, his hand still trembling. "A human should know when to keep his mouth closed."

Harper stared at him, stunned. "You shouldn't have killed him that way, Quincy. I have never seen you like this."

He turned to her slowly, eyes hollow. "Why? Scared of me now?" he asked, tossing the bloody knife aside. He stepped closer, took her hands gently.

"Harper, do you love me?"

"Quincy…" she whispered.

He nodded. "I understand that you can't refuse a job while you are in the field. That's why you agreed to kill me."

"I never planned to. You don't have to listen to him, Quincy. He is just saying rubbish. I can't bring myself to kill you."

His expression softened. "I know. You are my sweet girl. You can't bring yourself to harm me, right?"

"I wouldn't do that, Quincy."

"I trust you."

Her voice wavered. "Quincy, why are you looking at me this way?"

"Do you love me, Harper?"

"Quincy, why do you ask me this?"

He suddenly snapped. "It's just a simple question to answer! Do you love me or not?!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. Harper flinched and instinctively let go of his hands.

His eyes darkened. "Paige!"

"Yes, boss."

"Clear that trash." Quincy said, motioning to Ross's corpse.

Before Harper could react, Quincy bent down, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. Her legs flailed.

"Quincy, put me down! What the hell!" she yelled, pounding her fists on his back.

But he said nothing.

He stormed out of the underground chamber, walked through the busy main floor of the courtesan house. Gasps followed them, the crowd parting as Quincy passed. No one dared interfere.

He entered the elevator, rode to the top floor, and kicked open the penthouse door.

"Sage and Freya, leave the penthouse!"

"But—"

"No buts, Sage. I said leave the penthouse. Paige will stand guard till I leave."

Sage hesitated. "How about Blue?"

Quincy turned, his glare chilling. "This is my courtesan house. If I say a word, you don't ask me twice."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Now leave."

"Yes." Sage muttered and pulled Freya along.

As they walked out, Freya whispered, "Do you think they had a fight, Freya?"

Sage sighed. "Most definitely."