Take Me Apart (Vitale Brothers, #1)

by Brea Alepoú

The fear mixed with excitement was the reason I loved my job.

And I needed to be noticed if I wanted to make detective.

Fuck that. I was already two years in. By now, my father had been a detective and had started receiving accolades. He was hailed as the best of the best, and I was left standing in his shadow, a fraction of the man that he was.

nodded and watched her go. The office door shut and my hands moved before my brain could keep up. I’d shoved my leg against the file cabinet just as it closed. Sure enough, it hadn’t locked the way she thought it did. I pulled it open and reached inside. Taking out one of the folders, I scanned the info and moved to the next one.

The Vitale family was like a ghost story to a bunch of camp kids when it came to cops. An old crime family, they ran New York and what they got into was nothing short of shocking. Guns, drugs, prostitution; you name it, they did it.

I flipped through and stopped. One of their known clubs wasn’t far from where I lived. I looked at the clock on the far wall, and a grin tugged at my lips. Okay, I probably wouldn’t fi...

“The night is never ending,” Benito said. He rubbed his chin as concentration came over his face. “How long has he been here?”

“Is he stupid or ignorant?” “Has he made any moves?” Benito asked. The guard shook his head. “No, sir. He's standing at the bar right now.”

His slender nose, pitch-black hair, strong jawline, and blue eyes drew me in further. His chest was impressive, from what I could tell through his clothes. What took the cake was the look in his eyes. I wanted to know more instantly.

“He’s only been on the force two years, getting rid of him shouldn’t be hard,” Gin said.

My chest clenched, and I found my hand moving toward the tablet before the thought fully formed. I turned it around, absorbing all his information. Tex Caster. Twenty-five years of age, six-foot-two, one hundred and seventy-...

“Wouldn’t be a good idea. He’s a retired detective's kid.” I turned it back around and showed Benito, sparing Tex’s life for now. “His father is the one who too...

Leave the cop for now. Enzo, since you pointed it out, you keep an eye on him.”

I’d know the weight of someone’s stare any day. Turning, I caught those same startling blue eyes. Even far away I could feel the intensity, desire and ambition that swirled in them.

The corners of my lips turned up, and I smiled at him. His eyes widened. No doubt he thought I wouldn't even pay attention to him. I wanted to see those gorgeous eyes up close.

To lose any semblance of control outside of my allowed moments was against everything my brother had taught me growing up. His words flashed through me. “You keep it locked up, and I promise I’ll let you have your fun, but only when I say so. If you don’t listen, you’ll never get to do it again.”

I’d only been seven when my mother saw it fit to drop me off on my biological father’s doorstep. Benito took me under his wing and never once went back on his word.

The air grew thicker with every breath. Control. I needed to find something to break the cycle of chaos that wasn’t mine.

“I don’t think I asked for a drink.” A smooth voice broke out over the pounding music.

“Now you have one. Consider it an invitation to come back.” I turned on my heels and headed for the door. I’d have one of my men watch over Tex for the time being. Leaving took priority.

A calloused, hot hand wrapped around my wrist. Heat traveled up from the point of contact and sent sparks along my flesh. The fine hairs on the nape of my neck stood to attention, kickstarting my flight or fight instinct.

I twisted around, rotating my hand and breaking the hold. I gathered both of Tex’s wrists in my hands as I slammed...

“But you can touch me?” He arched a brow, not pushing back on my hold, although I saw it in his face.

“I can do as I please. If that’s a problem, then I suggest you stay far away from me.”

Tex was not only bigger than me in muscle, but he was also taller than me by a few inches.

They saw the glasses, groomed facial hair, and the nerdish look that made hunting more fun. Someone like Tex was my ideal prey.

“Be good,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear over the music. I applied pressure between his shoulder blades, and he winced. Tex went still, and his right hand started to tremble.

“It’s not a problem,” Tex said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Get in.” I slipped behind the wheel, and only a second passed as Tex looked back at the club and ran over to my passenger side.

Tex’s large hands rested over his crotch. The moment he realized where I was looking, he stopped hiding the evidence of his arousal. “Don’t get scared now.”

Tex whipped his head toward me. “I’m not. Don’t be a disappointment.”

“I’m a grown man. Yes, I know what I’m doing. This face of mine may look soft, but I can handle more than you think.”

Cute. It was like looking at a kitten. Teeth and claws, but in the end, nothing more than prey.

Beside me was a monster. His face was well-known to most of the police force but for me, it was especially prominent. I remembered my father looking at these case files in the basement, pouring over them as he tried to find some way to unravel the Vitales. I would know that dark hair and those chocolate brown eyes anywhere. Although, he’d gotten older since those pictures, more mature and refined.

The rush, the danger, and not to mention the hot as fuck man beside me was enough to get my blood pumping. I hadn’t gotten laid in so long that I was almost afraid I would bust a nut in his fancy car.

“A hotel?” Enzo looked me over as if he was dissecting me. “Yes. Is that a problem?” Yeah, it’s a big problem. I’d been hoping to get back to his place, see what I could find, or at least know the location so I could return when he was out. A hotel was a problem. It showed me nothing about who he was or what he’d been doing.

Reaching up, he adjusted the black-framed glasses that were perched on the bridge of his nose. How the hell is this man in the mob?

Enzo turned to me, and I raised a brow. “What? Is there something on my f⁠—”

His hand crashed against my mouth, covering it while the other shoved into my pants. My eyes widened as he stroked my hard, aching cock through my boxers. The soft fabric rubbing against my erection was almost too much to take. My body responded instantly, my hips jutting forward as he stroked me while gazing into my eyes.

“Cum for me,” he demanded. “Before this elevator reaches the penthouse, I wan...

“If I’m going to fuck you, I’m not interested in you shooting your load and getting tired before we even get going. You’ll cum before we start, or you’ll leave.”

I groaned at the image of him stroking me inside of my jeans like it was nothing. Enzo slipped his hand free and opened them up, coaxing my cock out before he stroked me harder and faster. What am I doing here?

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned against the heat of his palm. “You’re insane.” “No talking,” he demanded. “Cum or get the hell out of my sight.”

The ache in my balls overtook the ache in my arm as Enzo held my gaze and stroked me right to the edge. “—uck!”

My breathing stopped as my eyes rolled back, and I slumped against the wall. The feeling in my legs disappeared, and I knew I was going to hit the ground, but I forced myself to stay upright. Had it really been that long since someone had touched me?

peeled my eyes open as Enzo pulled his hand away and examined the sticky mess I’d made on his palm. There were splotches of my cum on his pristine coat as well. His brows furrowed, an irritated expression coming over his face as he released my mouth and looked at his clothes disdainfully.

“All over me,” he muttered. I groaned. “It’s not like it’s my fault,” I countered. “You were the one jerking me off, remember?” “Yes,” he said shortly, an exasperated sigh following. “I suppose I got carried away.” He looked at my still semi-hard cock. “Really? How old are you? Nineteen?”

“Twenty-five,” I mumbled, shoving my cock back into my jeans as the back of my neck and cheeks erupted into flames. “It’s been a while,” I snapped when he continued to stare. “Oh fuck off,” I ...

“Clean this up.” I blinked at him. “No way. I’m not tasting my own cum.”

Enzo’s right hand twisted into my hair, and he shoved his other hand over my lips. I stared at him, my mouth falling open in disbelief. He took that chance to smear cum into my mouth. I recoiled at the salty taste, the fact that he was so damn hot made it go down a hell of a lot smoother. If he wasn’t in the mob, I would be back fucking him every night.