Say I Do (Vitale Brothers, #3)

by Brea Alepoú

“The number of fucks I give has gone way below zero, Giancarlo.”

There it was. I stared at Gin like he’d been dropped on his head at birth, which I had a working theory that he was, before I slipped into my car.

“It’s just me and him. Harlow would never hurt me, so please.”

Benito was Italian and wanted to do business with Yakuza. Mafia? Deep tan skin, dark eyes, sharp jaw, and a gravelly voice came to mind.

No fucking way.

“It’s fine if you want to fuck him. Come on. He’s hot.”

“Both of you fuck off,” I snapped. “All you care about are your goddamn boyfriends now. Remember when it was just us?” I waved around the bar. “All we had was each other. Now you two fuck off as soon as you can. Screw you both.”

Gin whistled. “Someone’s in his feelings tonight.”

always remained; we were brothers. That would never change.

Gin complained, but there was a smile on his face the whole time. He loved having someone be jealous over him. To have someone who cared about him. I had to admit, I didn’t think it would work, but they were good for each other. I couldn’t imagine falling in love like that. Or the way Enzo had fallen for Tex.

I never wanted to fall in love again.

Did he just throw something at me?

“Do that again, and I’ll hit you with it.”

“You were ignoring me.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a dick?”

“Better men than you.”

“You can’t just… hit me! Do you know who the fuck I am?” he growled.

“I know exactly who you are,” I said as I slapped the other cheek harder. “You’re a spoiled, annoying pain in my ass that happens to be my husband. We both have reputations to uphold.” I slapped him as he tried to wriggle free. “I don’t have time for anyone to ruin everything I’ve sacrificed for.”

Why did I lose my temper like that? Why the hell is he hard?

Harlow was sprawled out in my bed, his ass up in the air, still wrapped in those lace panties. For a guy, he had a surprisingly nice ass. It was round, juicy, as if it was waiting for me to reach out and caress it. I was sorely tempted.

“Right now, I’m telling you not to screw this up,” I snapped. “This is serious. You mess anything up or embarrass me, and I’ll—”

“Kill me?” he muttered as his eyes roamed the crowd. “Please do.”

“Don’t get too friendly, dear,” he said with that same smile on his lips.

“How could I? You clearly prefer when a man treats you like shit.” I smiled right back as I pulled out his chair. “Here you go.”

Yeah. Run, little man. Run.

“That’s why I brought you here… baby,” I said and grimaced inwardly at the foreignness of the word as it left my lips. “So I could propose.”

“Shouldn’t you be on your knees?” Harlow asked.

Kill me! He’s a fucking psychopath who leaves a trail of dildos wherever he goes!

I cleared my throat. “Will you marry me?” Harlow sniffled, but I noticed not one tear had rolled down his cheeks. He glanced away, wiped at his eyes, and turned back to me as he nodded.

“Of course, I’ll marry yo...

My hand gripped his cheek to keep his head steady. I leaned in fast, our lips crashed together, and heat erupted in the pit of my stomach. Harlow tried to pull away at first, but his will to resist melted as quickly as mine. He kissed me back.

What the fuck was that? My lips still tingled, and the further I got away from the mess in the restaurant, the more confused I was. It was a fucking kiss, nothing more. Yet my body was on fire.

“Don’t worry. Harlow is going to go back in there and show the world that he and that mobster are deeply in love.” Daiki sounded so sure of himself. “Otherwise, we might have to take care of Lorelei’s little problem. After all, she was the one who was supposed to be in your spot.”

If there was one thing I learned about my husband, it was he did not like his mother. In turn, it meant I loved having Gabriela around. If only to piss him off.

“Get the fuck out of my bed.”

“What are you afraid of?” I asked. My head tilted as I studied him. “Think I’ll tie you down and fuck you?”

Maybe I should be the one afraid of him sharing the bed with me. If the kiss we had two days ago was anything to go by, it was

best we touched as little as possible.

“It’s never too early in the morning, darling.” I reached down for his wrist. He slapped my hand away. I couldn’t contain the laugh that broke free. “We both know you can hit harder than that.” I grabbed his wrist

without asking and turned so I could check the time. A smile curved my lips up. “Oh, it’s almost time.”

Benito’s head snapped up, and he fixed me with a glare. Fuck, he is so hot when he’s angry.

“Where are you going, sugar melon?”

Benito laughed as he went back to typing on his laptop. My stomach twisted as a strange need took over. I wanted his dark brown eyes trained on me, peering into my soul and picking me apart.

“I won’t try and kill you for 24 hours.” “Not good enough.”

“Be careful, Benito. I might start thinking you like me.”

“Harlow.” I moaned. “Yeah, call my name, baby.”

“One day you’re going to push me too far, and I’ll break your pretty little neck.” Benito squeezed my throat before letting it go and backed up.

“You think my neck’s pretty? What else do you like about me, husband?”

“Husband!” He knocked on the door. “Are you ready? We’re going to be late.”

Harlow stood in front of me, wrapped in a deep red dress. It hugged every inch of his body, the one I knew held muscles underneath all of that soft fabric. His long hair had been pulled up into a bun, a few stray wisps framed his face. I stared at the pulse point in his neck as it throbbed away. My teeth wanted nothing more than to bite down and feel his heartbeat against my tongue.