Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

Yes, this is the gay mafia. Does the gay mafia exist in real life? No. You know what else doesn’t exist in real life? Vampires, werewolves, or my will to live. So, sit back, enjoy the book, don’t be THAT person. It’s a work of fiction. Enjoy.

My brothers faces appeared on the screen. "We're going to take down the Vitale family."

And maybe I had a soft spot for him.

When I'd come onto the team seven years ago, I had been on the cusp of being forty while Paul was only twenty-eight. He'd been fresh-faced and eager back then, but every bit of the manwhore that he was now. The moment I'd met him, I'd been intrigued. Even though I had to get on his ass multiple times. Trying not to laugh because he'd decided to prank one of his fellow agents with a blow-up doll that popped out of the tiles above his ceiling was certainly a challenge. It was stupid, but I don't know why

that didn't bother me ...

He grabbed his black shirt and tugged. "Words hurt, boss! They hurt! Come on, don't treat me like everyone else here. I'm not just some cheap lay." I raised a brow. "From what I've heard, that's exactly what you are."

Navy flew at me, her hair a wild mess all over her head. I nearly fell back, but braced myself and grunted instead. Nyra was on her heels, paint splattered all over the side of her face and her clothes. She didn't bother hugging me,

instead, she climbed up my body until she wrapped her legs around my waist and grinned at me. "Hi, Daddy!" "Hey, babies.” I smiled, the anxiety instantly dissipating once I saw they were okay. The job made me paranoid, but who could blame me? “Nyra, please get down before you put my back out."

"Aww, not fair." Navy pouted. Nyra huffed. "Super not fair."

She was my best friend. No one knew me the way that Dawn did. Had.

I am Paul Gallo, a good upstanding citizen.

Fuck, he looks amazing. Why in the hell does he have to be my boss? And the enemy?

Is my boss gay?

York Washington was my boss, but he was also my next and ultimate conquest. After I had him then he'd be free to flirt with who ever the fuck he wanted.

"You could have called me. Don't you think it's selfish to leave me at home alone, honey?" I placed a hand on York's shoulder, staking my claim.

I wasn’t sure if he saw the murder in my gaze or if he saw how interested I was in York. Either way, he got up, and I took his spot without another word.

"I told you, I'm here for a date." "Then you should go find him," York said without missing a beat.

I ordered another whiskey and stared at my boss. My incredibly sexy and tempting bos...

"Never say never,” I said. “You don't know what will happen tomorrow. Or tonight."

"You know, you're really hurting my pride here." I leaned closer to him, sighing dramatically. "Am I really not your type, sexually?"

"You are."

"Will you stop that?" "Nope! You gotta twerk with me or I won't!" "What the hell is wrong with you?" "So much." He laughed.

"Old man," I mused. "I'm only eleven years older than you. That's not such a large gap."

"Then again, I like older men. It's probably some deep seated daddy issues," he mused. I raised a brow. "You have daddy issues? What kind?"

"Paul, wait." I tried again to find my voice. "This is wrong. I'm your boss, we can't⁠—"

His grin grew. "You say fine like I'm a pain in the ass, but I can see you want it too. Every time I touch you, your hips jerk toward me."

"Fuck, you look good," Paul moaned. I missed the view of his abs, but his voice

was just as good. "I never thought I'd see you like this in real life. I want to take a picture of this moment. The great York Washington looking flushed, sweaty, and out of it." "You talk too... too… Fuck. You talk too much!"

"Cum for me," Paul groaned. "Go on, you can do it. I want to know what my boss tastes like."

"I know you're my boss in the office, but outside of it, we're two normal guys meeting up for dinner."

"I'm not people. You know me." The fake me, anyway.

"She wasn't like that. Even when Dawn figured out I was gay, she was very supportive."

"Stop flirting so much and pick out what you want to eat." I glanced down at the menu. "But you're more appetizing."

Paul wasn't important.

"Look at that," Paul mumbled. "My boss is moaning for me in the backseat of my car. Fuck, that's so hot." "Every time you speak, I regret this," I informed him.

I scoffed. "You don't know anything." "I know enough," Paul answered. "I know you want me."

"I want it," I moaned. "Fuck, I want to feel your finger in my ass."

"Such a good boy," he cooed. I glared at him and he laughed. "Sorry, sorry, but you look so good like this I can't help it. Fuck."

But I didn't want to stop.

"Missed me?" "What?" York's eyes widened. Why was it cute? "I know how much everyone loves my presence at the office, and figured my boss missed me." I smirked.

I wonder what he's doing, and if he's as into office sex as I am?

He's my boss and enemy, anyway.

"Awww, you love me, boss. Don't be like that." "Don't call me boss in public," I growled.

"Ooh, what was that voice? Fuck. You can growl like that? Do it in the bedroom, right in my ear."

"But they're so cute like their dad, how could I not?"

"Your apologies mean nothing. I want to know why you put my family in danger."

York: Are you busy?

Paul: Never for you, sweet cheeks. What's up?

"Hey. Missed me so much you had to hear my sexy voice?"

I'll kill whoever pissed you off.