End It All (Vitale Brothers, #5)

by Brea Alepoú

I was a little concerned I was about to get whacked. That's what they called it, right? Getting whacked?

"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."

I ignored Benito in favor of glaring back at the pint-size Vitale.

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

I quickly added my number under Baby Daddy,

"How long was I out?" "Not long enough," Blake grumbled.

"You tested my DNA? How did you get a sample?" "Don't worry about it," Benito said. "We snuck in and took some of your ballsack hair," Gin blurted out.

"You sleep in the same bed?" Paolo asked. I relaxed in my chair. I had no idea why his question made my stomach knot. "There is only one bed." "What kind of romance novel shit is happening over there?" Gin laughed.

She couldn't hold a note like she used to, but the way her voice filled me with warmth had me clinging onto the moment, forgiving and forgetting everything like always.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

There was something seriously wrong with Vitale dick. They shot out addictive drugs or something.

Being a parent isn't easy. You have to schedule murder and what not."

Fucking Harlow

Yeah, he was a psychotic asshole, but he was my psychotic asshole. And my innocent angel. He was a study in duality, and I would love him every minute of every day for it.