Paid in Full (Vitale Brothers, #2)

by Brea Alepoú

“I know,” Enzo said. “But Tex wants to go to the movies tonight, or he’s threatened to go by himself,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “And he will.” “So let him go,” I said. Enzo’s dark gaze landed on me. “I’d rather die.” “You’re so fucking possessive.” “And?”

She quickly passed it over. “His name is Ash. Twenty-two. Light brown hair. Dark eyes,” she muttered, rattling off the details. “He’ll be one of the first ones up. It’s a commodity to have a well-refined male to sell.”

The last thing I needed was to bend over this tight little brunette, fuck him into a coma, and him turn into a love-obsessed puppy.

“Are you a man or a goddamn horse?” I blurted out. I reached out on instinct. “Holy shit!”

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Maybe it was worth a couple of thousand dollars every time we fucked. At least I didn’t have to be alone anymore.

He grinned sheepishly. “Your ass looked so good I couldn’t help myself,” he muttered. When I continued to stare, he cleared his throat. “Besides, you deserve it for leaving me on my own, you dirty bitch.”

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“Shit, you can do whatever you want to me. You wanna spit on me more? Do it. You wanna hit me more? Fucking do it! Just stick that big, goddamn cock in me and fuck up my insides!”

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didn’t fuck me like he had the first night. Instead, every thrust was angry, hard, and punishing. He fucked me like I was just a hole meant to be destroyed and filled. Shit. If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall in love.

Something was changing in me, but I couldn’t place a finger on it. I wanted to pull Ash into my lap, wrap him in my arms, and keep him safe from the outside world. I wanted to protect what was mine.

“Ever think it’s you who needs a collar and leash on their neck? After all, Gin, you look best on your hands and knees.”

I’m going to marry you, Ash. You don’t know that yet, but I sure as fuck do.

Giancarlo gripped my chin and turned my head. Our eyes met, and I was stricken by the severity of his gaze. “You’re mine.”

Eventually, I would get to see Ash. When I did, I would beg him to forgive my bullshit, to love me despite all my flaws, and even if he said no, I didn’t give a fuck; he would be mine.

“If I die⁠—” “Then we die together.” “Fuck,” Giancarlo moaned. “Did you just propose to me?” “Gin,” I stressed.

Lmfao hes fucking crazy