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Chapter 06

Lennox's eyes flew towards Ren, watching his buyer's hand go to a gun at his hip. Again, the money went out of sight, shoved into a cavity of cloth without a second thought.

He blamed himself for the guard's perilous situation on the rooftop, and he knew he would never forgive himself if the guard died because of him, too.

Lennox held out his hands, as if that would do anything against a bullet. "No, don't. He's just doing his job—"

"He's a witness." Ren lifted the firearm out of its holster, aiming it at the guard who was about to reach the rooftop. The weapon gleamed menacingly in the moonlight.

He paused, confused by his words. A witness to what? He wondered if this had any connection to the mysterious picture he had seen earlier."Why aren't you trying to shoot me, then? I'm a 'witness' too, aren't I?"

"You're a different story, florist. I need you. You're the only one in this damned city that I can get Testosterone from. Now back up, before I change my mind." He shoved Lennox aside. "And don't fathom saying so much as a word about this to anyone."

If the florist's life was spared, he could also shield the hired hand from harm. He refused to let Ren commit a cold-blooded murder in his presence. Lennox had been given a powerful card, and he intended to play it well. An ace should be expected to act like one.

"I said stop! Leave him alone!" Lennox tackled Ren, sending them tumbling across the glass roof. After a staggered reaction, Ren tried to free himself, but Lennox seized the gun from his hands and flung it aside. He maintained a hold on Ren's wrists as they rolled near the precipice of the roof.

Not taking him seriously had its consequences.

Once the movement stopped, the security guard arrived on the scene, pursing his lips with disdain once he saw Lennox. "Well, I'll just... leave you two to do your thing, I guess. Just—don't let it happen again!" the watchman said, shuffling away in a hurry. "Thought he was a burglar or somethin'," he muttered. "I almost got shot for nothin'."

Lennox strained to hear the guard's strange word choice, grimacing in his attempt to pry himself off the roof. But it didn't feel like the cool glass that the roof was crafted with. Instead, warm flesh met his own.

He blinked a few times, examining his situation. Lennox was on his hands and knees, poised above an embarrassed and conflicted Ren who was twisting and turning in his grip to no avail. Lennox's hands were where he had left them, clasped around Ren's wrists.

A few strands of Lennox's flaxen hair brushed against Ren's forehead, and one of his legs rested between the redhead's parted ones. The weapon that seemed so threatening moments before lay abandoned a couple of metres away.

The florist studied the flush in his buyer's features, wondering if his mortified look came from his captivity or the suggestive situation.

There was nothing left to the imagination as to why the watchman had hurried away; they must have seemed like a couple of star-crossed lovers seeking some 'alone time' on a roof. And not just any roof, but one made of transparent glass.

Lennox observed as Ren's face became awash with a sea of emotions, two of the most prominent being confusion and something not unlike shock. The herbalist felt the same way, although he had one more sentiment to add to the list: desire, overwhelming and beyond reason. And his face was red enough to make it obvious.

A gust of wind blew by, chilling any exposed skin and causing Lennox's hair to brush Ren's face softly. Despite that, the redhead's expression hardened.

"What are you trying to do, stopping me from shooting that guard? Who do you think you are, a hero?" he ground out, each syllable low and harsh.

Any semblance of intimacy vanished, and Lennox found himself faltering. "That's not..." His grip slacked, and that was all the leverage Ren needed, gripping Lennox by the wrists and flipping him over. Now Ren was the one on top, glaring deep into Lennox's viridescent eyes.