End It All (Vitale Brothers, #5)

by Brea Alepoú

The last thing I wanted was for him to be here, but I couldn't quite quell the piece of me that was ecstatic to have backup again. I was thinking a little too much into it, but fuck, it was nice not to have to run solo.

I tried to contain my smile as I slid down further in the seat and propped my feet up on the dashboard. Quincy was okay, because of me. I mean, sure, his hands were bloody and we both reeked, but it seemed worth it. We had just done something together, something insane and fucked up, but it was together none-the-less.

"Hey!" Quincy said. "I just got punched by my boyfriend and you take his side?" "Yep," Harlow said. "Boyfriend?" Benito and I asked at the same time. Quincy stared at me. "Yeah, my fucking boyfriend. Is that a problem with you?" A shiver raced down my spine. "I guess not." "Didn't think so, baby girl."