Say I Do (Vitale Brothers, #3)

by Brea Alepoú

Gin smacked his lips but wrapped an arm around Enzo’s shoulders. “Let’s go get a sandwich. I’m starving.” “Take your hand off me before I stab you.” “Always with the stabbing.”

He whispered into my ear. “Sei un mistero per me, mostricio. Non so cosa fare con te.” I kind of liked that we didn’t know each other’s language. I knew the bare minimum of Italian, and Benito knew little Japanese. It gave us that wall we both desperately needed to lean on. I held on tighter to Benito. “何かを欲することが怖い。いつか全ては奪われるであろう。。。けど俺は多分あれ望んでいるかも” I am afraid to want anything. Someday, everything will be taken away, but I think I want this.

“Tea,” Harlow muttered before he hesitated. “Please.” My heart skipped a beat. “Did you just say please?” He glared at me. “Do I have to punch you again?”

“Don’t piss me off,” I said calmly. “My leg is still throbbing from where you stabbed me last night.” “I didn’t even go that deep,” he grunted as he squirmed free, and I grabbed him again. “It’s nothing more than a little love tap!”

“I’ll do it,” Harlow said, his words barely above a whisper. “It was my fuck up.” There goes my stupid heart again. It pounded away in my chest as if it was trying to run a marathon. As I stared at Harlow, he glanced at me and shoved up a middle finger. I chuckled at his antics. Okay, so he’s insane, but… he’s almost sweet.

“You are such an asshole.” “Yeah.” I shrugged. “But I’m your asshole.”

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I stepped toward Giancarlo. “Say I nag one more time, and your fiancé will have to come get your carcass off the floor.” The loon smiled like I’d promised him flowers. “You want to go?” “Gin, touch my husband, and I will personally cart you to the hospital,” Benito said. He looked between the three of us. “You know I could hear all of you the entire time, right?” “Dude, you’re walking around eating cookie dough from the roll like it’s a summer sausage. Someone’s gotta say something,” Giancarlo said. I nodded. It was getting out of hand. “Honestly, I’d rather you came home drunk at this point. This shit is… terrifying. Me. I’m terrified.” Benito looked at the chocolate chip cookie dough in his hand as if he hadn’t realized what he’d been snacking on.

“Yeah. After the mothers you chose for us, I’m thinking it was the trauma.” My father stared at me until I laughed. Despite the pain and stress, I couldn’t help it. The look on his face was hilarious.