Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers, #4)

by Brea Alepoú

I slipped my phone out and took a pic. "The three of you looked so adorable together."

"Oh? I was under the impression you didn't care what York had to say. You were telling the girls as much."

have to convince your dad to let me come over more often."

"Sure. If you work on getting us that ice cream." "You bargaining with me right now?" She nodded, not the least bit ashamed. "I don't know, he seemed pretty determined on that front. How about a late night movie and popcorn?"

"You like kettle corn or movie butter?" I asked. "Kettle."

"Want one or two slices of cake?" "None." "Daddy doesn't like cake," Nyra supplied. I stared at York. "You will eat that stuff but not cake? Who hurt you?"

girls were quick with their cake, hopping onto the couch and snuggling up to their dad. Navy took one look at me and switched over to York's other side. She winked before settling back. That is one smart little girl.

"Dormi bene, piccola piantagrane,"

Our eyes met, and I moved without thought. I grabbed the front of his shirt and did what I wanted to do since the park. Our lips met and liquid fire poured over my body. My groan was swallowed the moment York opened his mouth. His tongue came out to play as if he was just as needy as I was. They twisted together as desire and lust stroked the flames between us. I couldn't get enough and tilted my head slightly to deepen the kiss further. I mapped out every inch of York's mouth, tasting the kettle corn that still lingered. For some reason, it wasn't so gross when it was mixed with York.

"Can I stay the night?" York stared at me. "It's late." "We don't have to have sex. I'll have you know I'm a damn good cuddler too."

"I'll be out before the girls wake up." I kissed him again, taking his mouth and fell prey to the passion between us. "Say yes, one night." "Paul."

"One night." York chased after me, his lips seeking out mine the moment we parted. “Fine.”

"Well, you start an all-out war, what do you expect?" Benito rolled his shoulders, his glare flat. "Get them off us. I can't make a move, but the Triads are hitting us every chance they get."

"Don't start asking for the impossible like Dad."

“Tasso is a moron.” “Yeah, but he has Qiang on his side.” “What does Tasso want?” Benito growled. “They’re demanding I give them a life for a life. They want my husband.”

Who the fuck is Teresa?" "She works at the auction house. Hired within the past two years or so. I wouldn't have looked her way, but I know Gin recently bought someone there." "That idiot." Benito sighed. "Yes, he bought Ash."

"Don't get messy," Benito warned.

"Now you're taking all the fun out of it." "Lunatic." He headed for the exit. "I forget that you and Gin are similar in ways. You’re both fucking weirdos."

"Weird or entertaining? You weren't exactly sane ...

"No, no, no, lo sabía, sabía que esto sucedería." "And yet you did it." I shook my head. "You knew turning on my family would lead to this." "No, that's not what happened."

"Por favor no lastimes a mi familia. Lo lamento. Lo lamento. Por favor dios nos salve,"

"Sad really. You should have been this loyal to Benito." I pointed the bat her way. "He gave you nothing but respect but you turned around and spat in his face."

"I had to do it."

"Where are your kids?" She shook her head. "Please no. They are innocent." "You don't love your husband, do you?"

His eyes closed and his mouth parted. "No more." "I'm trying but you're making this hard. My mom taught me to never hit a woman, but in your case."

"Rats don't count. Now talk." "They are with my sister."

I lifted the bat over my head and brought it down on his other leg. Marianna screamed, but Diego didn’t make a sound. His body jerked from the blow.

"They are at a friend's house in Florida. I sent them away when this all started."

"Notmychildren. They did nothingwrong." "I'm not going after them. I believe the parents' crim...

"Hello?" "Explain what happened," I ordered.

"Why?" Benito asked.

"I'm sorry." "Your apologies mean nothing. I want to know why you put my family in danger." "They had paperwork against Diego and we were going to be deported. I can't have my family ripped apart or sent back. We've worked hard here and made a life of our own." "Is that all it took?"

"You have to understand⁠—" "No, I don't. Paolo, take care of it. I’ll send a clean up crew your w...

"She was good at her job. I'll have something set up for them."

"You're monsters," Marianna whispered. "Mhm. You knew what kind of monsters we were when you started working for Benito. You were fine taking blood money, why have a moral high ground now?"

"I'll do you a favor and end your suffering quickly. Nothing like the normal rat treatment, and as a bonus, I'll send your husband to the afterlife with you." I grinned. "I'm nice like that."

"Hey. Missed me so much you had to hear my sexy voice?" "I wanted to see if you were home," York said.

I snatched the glass out of his hand and tilted it back, filling my mouth with bourbon. York's mouth opened in surprise, and I took the chance for what it was. He could punch me or do whatever the fuck he wanted as long as he fucking touched me.

gripped his chin, keeping him steady as I fed him bourbon from my mouth. Some spilled out, coating my fingers in the spicy liquid. Pressing my thumb against the side of his throat, I encouraged York to swallow. He did, his dark brown eyes never wavering from our locked gaze. The intensity in which he watched me

"Talk later," I said, pulling back from the kiss just long enough to pull York off the sofa.

wanted nothing more than to answer. "I'm not sure what I'm ready for." "Fuck, you being a virgin while looking like this."

He wasn't a small man by any means. Neither was I. I worked out and had the body to prove it, but even so, I was still no match for York in the body department. "Is driving me crazy." "Not a virgin."

"I k...

"But you have no idea what it does to me to know I'm the one who gets to teach you so much."

"Five, four, three⁠—" "Why are you counting?" Two—"

"Paul?" "One." I pulled in opposite directions. The sound of fabric tearing apart filled my apartment. York's shirt popped open and hung off his arms.

York's hands moved over my chest, and before I knew it, he shoved me back. I back peddled a few steps, groaning from the loss of contact. I stared at him, trying to calm down after realizing I might have gone a little too far. My need was riding me and the one person I wanted to ride out the storm with was right there in front of me. I couldn't be held accountable for my actions. "York, I'm⁠—"

fell to my ankles leaving me bare for him to see. I'd forgone underwear hoping the night would lead to us in bed. I stepped out of the pants, my cock heavy between my thighs. We stood there for a second. York's gaze continued to flick between my face and my cock. "You going to stare at it all night or touch me?" "I don't think you deserve to be touched,"

"Why are you still dressed?" York glanced down at his pants and then back at me. "Five, four⁠—"

"Paul,"