End It All (Vitale Brothers, #5)

by Brea Alepoú

"Nah. Unless, you're Cesare?" I asked. "Cesare. Really?" The man at knifepoint sighed. "Fuck, he's a whore." “Yeah, we should get him a vasectomy for Father’s Day.” A guy laughed loudly. “You know, if he wasn’t a giant piece of shit.”

"Har, taking on a Vitale bastard is a lot." I shrugged at Benito. "Full offense, your whole bloodline is a chaotic mess."

"Will you take the job?" Benito asked. He let out a heavy sigh. "Gin can't. He brought home a baby and refuses to return it."

"兄弟はみんな狂っている。" The brothers are all fucking insane. "君は知らないだろうけど、彼らは家族なんだ。あなたが私の家族であるようにね," Harlow said. You have no idea, but they are family. Like you're mine.

"Quincy," Benito called. Harlow was already headed down the hall to their daughter. "Yeah?" "Thank you. Outside of my brothers and Tony, you were the only other man we trusted to do this." I grinned. "You mean he's a handful, and you figured if I dealt with Harlow’s shit for years, I could handle this." Benito shrugged. "That too."

Too bad he’s a Vitale. I'd rather dip my nuts in boiling water than get involved with them.

He screamed bad boy but gave off princess vibes

The only thing I did have was a green leather wallet covered in stickers of all things with the word Quincy written on the back in sharpie. "How fucking old is he?"

"Do you want me here?" I blurted out. "Like here, with you. If not, I can go." He grinned and then burst out laughing. "So strong and yet so insecure." He spoke some Italian that I couldn't comprehend. "Of course I want you here. Having a family of my own that I love and who loves me has been all I've ever wanted. You're going to give that to me, I can tell." He slapped my shoulder once more, harder this time so that it stung. "I'm glad you're back in my life."

The things I had to do to survive back then weren't human. Not even an animal would be subject to the shit I'd gone through. I had the cuts and scars to remind me every single day of what I vowed never to go back to.

"You really think that look works on anyone?" I pressed my chest against his. "Works on plenty of people. Just not you for some reason." "Well, I like my men a lot more direct," he said. "Not some goddamn crybaby twink that's gonna lie under me and moan and cry like a little bitch. Ain't into it."

The sound of my lips around his cock, wet and eager, filled the room. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared back at me, needy and pleading without saying a word. Submissive and breedable.

"Add on the additional fee for the late night aspect of it all." She groaned. "I have a girlfriend now. And if Chelsea finds out I slipped out of bed, she's going to be so fucking mean for the next few days. You have no idea what lesbian rage looks like. Hint, it's not pretty. Also it's very passive-aggressive."

"Keep playing with me, baby girl, and I will ruin you." A visible shiver wracked down Blake's body, or maybe I was starting to see things. Who the fuck knew? The drugs were in my system and his hand was wrapped tightly around my cock, putting me on cloud nine. "Just be honest. I'm the best you've ever had."

Flirting came so easily to me, being the guy they wanted me to be. All you had to do was watch people, understand what they craved. If only it worked on Quincy. I had no clue why it didn’t, and honestly, I was starting to find it interesting. I had to go out of my way to find what made that batshit insane man tick.

"How far are you?" I glanced up checking the streets. "Thirty minutes or so." "Perfect. I should be done by the time you walk through the door." "I still can't believe you can cook." "What does that mean? I'll have you know I'm a master in the kitchen." I hummed lightly, flagging down a taxi. "You'd make some man truly happy with your wifey traits." "Fuck you."

"Holy fuck!" I jumped before I turned to stare at Quincy. He shoveled more potatoes into his mouth along with several pieces of steak. The groan that left his lips stoked a fire in me. He likes my food. The pride that filled my belly was a rare feeling. My mother was the only one that had ever given me that before.

"Glad you like it." "I love it, Blake." My heart squeezed as I turned to stare at him while he muttered a string of Japanese I couldn't even begin to understand. I was used to the nicknames; baby girl, doll, whatever new one he came up with for the day. But Blake? Just him saying my real name made fireworks light up inside of me. What the hell is my problem?

I licked my lips greedily thinking about attacking him. There was something about Blake that drew me in each fucking time no matter how much I knew it was a bad idea. He was a Vitale for one. Two, he was only using me for my place. And three, he kept ending up on top. I needed to change the last one if I was ever going to save face.

"You need to learn the word quickie,” I grunted. Blake held my cheeks apart. "Your hole is sexy as fuck. How could I stop?" "Shut up." He was breaking my body down and working overtime on my mind. If he kept up with the praise, he was going to get a side of me that had him running for the hills.

"Say please. Beg me like the cock-hungry whore you are." Fucking hell, he was going to be the death of me. "Please, baby girl, stroke my cock. Make me cum while you fill me with yours."

"Un altro fratello che pensa di essere intelligente." A heavy sigh filled the car as Benito continued to mudder in Italian. "Idiota. Perché io?"

Family doesn't do that.” I shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm family?" "Are you really this stupid? Just tell me where you are so I can come pick your ass up. Text it to me. Mother, Emica does not need ice. She needs food. No, she should not be worried about her figure. She's not even two!" He sighed. "I'm coming to get you. Now. Wait outside."

"You kept it?" I asked. "I have a child at home, of course I kept it." He showed me the phone. Benito's face was covered in pink frosting on the screen. "I had it off this whole time. Figured now was a good time to check on the baby. Being a parent isn't easy. You have to schedule murder and what not."

"Can he hear me?" Benito sighed but he didn't say anything. I grinned. I couldn't help it. Just thinking about Blake filled me with so many mixed emotions that were impossible to squash. "Hey, baby girl,” I said softly. Harlow lifted a single brow in question at me. "Look,” I rushed on. “I know I said some fucked up shit—" I shook my head. "When I get done, I need to talk to you. Shit, I need to grovel." "I don't want to hear this," Benito grunted.

Send the bill to Benito,” he said. "He's going to kill you," I reminded my friend. "No, he's going to fuck me to death. There is a difference."

"Still not close enough," he muttered against my lips. "You sure I can't slice you open and live inside of you for a little while?" My belly twisted into knots. Yeah, I needed help, but damn, knowing he needed me that much made me want to squirm. He grinned a bit, his face breaking out into that smile that I had started to crave.

"Whatever issues I have? They have nothing to do with you. I can overcompensate with that shit, but it just makes it easier to get out of my own head." "So smoke," I said quietly. "If it helps you, I’m not going to take it away." Quincy shook his head. "You settle my mind more than the weed ever has."

As tempting as he was, I chuckled. "You've gone soft, Quincy."

"Fuck that," he growled. "You're mine. If you're not going to give me what the fuck I own, I'll take it. This is my cock. You'll breed my filthy hole whenever I want it." "Want?" I asked. "Just want?" "Need. Demand. Whatever!" he snapped. A laugh tumbled free from my lips. There was my Quincy.

When I glanced up at him, he gave me a small smile. "And that's what we do best. Protect each other." I swallowed hard. "Thank you. I don't even know what to say." "You've already said enough, don't make it gay!" Gin called. "Now, someone pour me a drink and please tell me there's something to snack on. I'm starving!"

Quincy: You can set the whole place ablaze, baby, as long as I get to keep the most important thing. Blake:......I don't even want to know the answer. Quincy: You. Blake: Cringe. Blake: Hurry up and get back home!

Blake kissed me again. “I won’t let you end up like her.” All I could muster was a weak nod. Blake kept surprising me. Whenever I thought he was the best person I’d ever had in my life, he’d top it and do something new that blew me away.

"I'm going to make sure you can never love anyone but me for the rest of our lives." Blake's eyes widened. "You mean as long as I live." I shook my head. "You go, baby, I go. If I'm dying, I will take you with me." My hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, tracing every vein that lined his length. "I can't live without you, and now, I can't die without you either."

"そう、呼吸をする以上に君が必要なんだ。今から永遠に、あなたは私のすべて。" Yes. I need you more then I need to breathe. From now on and forever, you are my everything.

The girls giggled as they went for Blake. "Hey, Uncle Blake." My husband's smile was genuine. He opened his arms and both girls surrounded him. He stared down at them as if he'd torch the earth for them. Knowing Blake, he would do it. "I know that face. Don't worry, I'll share some of my research with you on how to get pregnant. There are all types of moves to make sure the seed takes," Gin said.

Gin pulled Ash close and kissed his eyes. "Do I need to get Silvy?" Ash groaned. "No!" He glared up at Gin. "You bring her out and I swear you will go another week without dick." His face reddened as he threatened his man. I whistled. "A whole week. Couldn't be me." Blake twisted on his heels and glared at me. "I mean, I'm sorry, baby girl. I'll be good." He bent over and pressed his lips against my ear. "Better be or I won't fill your filthy hole with a drop of my cum for a month."

looking for somewhere a little closer to your loft." My brother's eyebrows raised. "Why?" "Cuz he loves us, duh," Giancarlo replied. "I mean, we are pretty badass." "Can't argue with that," Paolo added. Enzo shook his head. "They're both idiots, but having you closer might be a good thing. Gin keeps trying to rope me into watching his"—he shuddered—"child."