Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

"Mi casa es su casa. Give me forty minutes and I'll be there. I know exactly how to help you clear your mind."

I released his cock with an audible pop. "Say it." York was breathing just as heavily as I was. "What?" "You want more."

"I need more, Paul." He reached for me, his fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled me close. "Give me more."

"Spread your legs for me, boss."

"Ah!" York practically floated off the bed as I stroked over the spongy nerve of his prostate. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Paul."

"Yeah, old man. You've had plenty of rest." He groaned. "Don't call me old man."

"That's right, you like when I remind you that you're my boss."

"Stop flirting and focus," I said as I stepped into the office and shut the door after us. "We have a lot of things to go over with this Vitale case and I—Mmh. Paul. Stop."

"I can't." He moaned as he deepened the kiss. "Sit at your desk and let me blow you under it. I want to wrap my lips around that big dick and choke on it while you read your emails."

"Paul." "I love when you say my name, boss."

I would have sprinted over to his side and ripped her hand away from him. How dare she touch him. He was mine.

"What?" Paul asked. "You don't miss me? You haven't texted me since I drove you home."

My chest tightened. “Of course. I’d fight a lion for you two.”

"Paul," his desperate groan mirrored my own. "God, I need you, York." I peppered kisses down his throat. My hands wandered over his body, touching every inch of him as if to commit it to memory. "I don't want this to stop."

If I can just have him, I don't need anything else. Not even to be a Vitale again.

Mine. Everything that was York Washington was meant to be mine.

"Yeah, Daddy, we don't want you to be hurt. We'll sit with you," Navy said.

"She was an incredible woman. You know how some people can do anything and be great at it?" Thinking about my mother always filled me with sadness and joy. "Sing, act, build, dance, cook, clean, sew. You name it, she could master it over

the weekend." I laughed thinking of one of the many times my mom was there for me. "Once, I had this play, but I wasn't a great actor so as the understudy, I'd slacked off. I didn't know a single line. The night of the play, the main actor broke his leg and had to be rushed to the hospital. All of sudden I was out on stage in front of a room full of people." I took off the next set of meat. "You can't imagine how embarrassed and terrified I was. I ran off the stage and straight to her."

"Sorry for your loss. I bet she was a wonderful woman. I would have loved to have met her."

"Hold up, so you were watching me instead of the food?" My heart skipped a beat. I moved closer to York but he took a step back. "That's, well… They’re my kids, and you know, I was⁠—"

"Shut up and be honest. You were watching me."

York's face had that tantalizing blush that made me w...

Maybe when I fell for my boss.

Paul made me happy.

I laced my fingers together. 'We both know that's not how this works."

Dear Mr. Washington,

You won't back off. We know where your girls go to school. Saint Laurence is vulnerable. Leave the families alone. Resign. If you don't, they will die because of YOU. Anonymous

Nothing else mattered but their safety. I couldn't live without my daughters.

I flung the bits off and started swinging again. I didn’t give a damn if Ai was alive, dead, or a vegetable. No one, and I meant no one, would hurt York or the girls.

"Daddy, are you coming?" Nyra shouted. "Yes, sweetheart. I'm coming."

The two of them never failed to keep me on my toes. Even with life being hard and confusing right now, they put a smile on my face. Only one other person managed to consistently get that out of me, and I didn't want to think about⁠—

Please hurry, Paul. I can't do this right now. I need you.

Paul closed the space between us. "I don't want you to get hurt. Please. Don't keep pursuing this." He touched my arm, squeezing it when I tried to look around to make sure no one was watching us. "York, I can't take losing you or the girls. Don't do this."

I tried to pull away, but he refused to let me go. "I'm fine," I whispered. "Paul, stop. Let go of me, people are watching." "I don't give a fuck!" he growled. "Come here. Just shut up and come here." Paul tugged me into his arms and I was wrapped in warmth. He held me tightly, his breath feathering against my neck as he gripped me so hard it hurt. I didn't push him away, didn't make it stop. Just for a minute, I allowed myself to feel that old fear, that old paranoia.

And for just a minute, I allowed myself to feel safe in Paul's arms.

Paul: You two need anything? Navy: Ice cream and hugs Nyra: Can you come over? Nyra: Pls

Their lack of emojis scared me. Both girls were so shaken up that morning, and rightfully so. I’d be there with them if their idiot father didn’t demand I come to work.

Paul: I’ll do my best. If I can't make it, don’t worry, I’m going to watch over both of you. Paul: I’ll have ice cream delivered. Navy: And daddy? Paul: Of course. I’m watching him now.

Nyra: You like dad? Navy: Like a lot a lot?

I looked over at the man who became my whole obsession in what felt like a single night. He was pouring over files, his brows furrowed as he continued to work. I know shock had to be settling in, but my boss, being the hardass he was, continued pushing through it all.

Me too, kiddos. There was no explaining to them that me and their dad were having issues.

"You're not just my boss. You stopped being that a while ago."

"Don't ever fucking touch me again," I whispered in his ear. "I detest you."

"Mr. Washington," Benito muttered. "You're fucking joking, Gianpaolo." Gianpaolo.

"Get out," I said, evenly, ignoring the way my throat tightened, trying to choke me. "Get the fuck out of here. Don't come back." Paul stared. "No. I'm not leaving your side."

"You two really are twins. Thought he was joking, but damn," Harlow said.

"That's the fucking understatement of the year, Benito. Why the fuck is there a Gianpaolo look-alike in this office?" "I'm not a look-alike," I said. "He's dead," Enzo pointed out.

All I could muster was a nod as I headed for the door. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. How much longer did I have to be without my family?

This is all in my head. I'm a grown man. I should be able to handle this.