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He tugged his t-shirt away from his body that said Hot Dilf. “Ash bought me this.” “I don’t need to know that.
“We all do crazy shit,” Gin said. “Like some of us date, stalk, fuck cops, and don’t say anything either,” he pointed out.
“Harlow, we’ve been together for a while now.” “So long,” Harlow whispered. “How long do you think?”
Our eyes were locked, and I let him see just how easy it would be for me to slam the broken glass into her throat. I’d relish in the warmth of her blood as it sprayed over us. Fuck, I was getting hard just imagining it.
“I don’t share what’s mine,” I whispered against Benito’s throat as I slammed the glass through his hand.
“The next time you send some other man out to buy you panties, I’ll set them on fire. You’ll be lucky if you don’t follow.”
He gazed over the top of the book in his hand. Today it was The Iliad. My brother liked to pretend he loved all things classical, Greek, and challenging, but I knew he had a thing for romance and horror as well, even if he predicted every single twist before it came.
I sighed as I tried to stop Gin’s bloodlust at the source. Him and that damn hammer, which he had affectionately named Silvy, were the cause of a lot of cleanup and headaches. No thanks.
“Fuck you,” Harlow growled. “So you can say you don’t remember it tomorrow? No way in hell. You’re too drunk, baka.”
The look of horror on Benito’s face flashed and morphed into pity. I reached over and grabbed the fork up so fast neither of us prepared for it. I slammed the four prongs into his thigh. He grunted, but at least that foul look was off his face. I never wanted to see it again. “Show me pity again, and I will stab your dick.” Anger rolled through me in waves. I wasn’t weak or in need of saving. That fucking shit made my skin crawl.
“Benito, get this through your thick skull; we aren’t some damsel in distress and white knight pairing.”
He glared up at me. His dark eyes captured pieces of me I wasn’t sure I would ever get back. “I don’t need fucking saving, and I sure as shit don’t want or need a hero.” I got off his lap, dinner forgotten.
“What? Did you expect me to be a virgin?” I asked, lifting a brow as I dumped last night’s words back into his lap. The knife pressed against her throat harder. “Don’t fucking test me!” I waved a hand. “I’ve known Marianna for ten years! She’s like family. Of course, I haven’t fucked her. Idiot. Put the knife down before I have to stab you. I’m already in pain from your little fork game, and I haven’t had any coffee. Don’t cross the line.”
Harlow glared at me. I watched as he fought with himself before he stuck one long leg out, and his foot touched the floor.
Giancarlo burst out laughing. “You have to admit it’s bullshit,” he said. “Enzo!” He called as our brother stepped off the elevator. “If you’re sticking your dick in a guy’s asshole every night, you’re at least a little bit queer, yes or no?”
I slipped the silver rabbit ring on first, on his right pointer finger. I moved around a few of the ones I liked before finishing his right hand. One skull in the middle and a tiger on his ring finger. They were fitting for Benito.
“My phone’s dying,” I lied as he rambled on. “I need to shower and get ready.”
I tried my best to keep the peace, but times were changing. Where I once listened to my father without much push back, I found myself questioning every move. I shut my eyes. Why can’t things stay the same?
Harlow stared down at his hand and then back up at my father. “Sorry, am I supposed to shake the hand of the man my father worked with to screw me over? I’m doing my part. That’s it. I’m not going to play nice.”
be Lee. He couldn’t give anyone an answer. “Thai, maybe Korean or Chinese. I—
He’d given me some big lecture about us being in this together. And then he’d called Quincy instead.
This shit is… terrifying. Me. I’m terrified.”
My heart thumped away. How long had I craved to have someone who treated me gently? Someone who could soothe the side of me that needed to be protected with brick walls and bullets?
He didn’t turn around, no matter how much I mentally screamed for him to. I twisted around and headed toward the bedroom before I lost my shit. The thought of grabbing the kitchen knife and slamming it into Benito’s chest played on an endless loop. I almost wanted to do it just so he could feel an iota of what I felt.
“Let me guess; your Vitale brother is an asshole, and he’s done something stupid.”
“I hope he’s dead,” Ash whispered, surprising the shit out of Tex and me. “Ash,” Tex gasped. “Wow, you’re not so fluffy. Little murder in you?” Ash’s cheeks turned red. “No! I mean, I wouldn’t do it, but he hurt Giancarlo, so he can burn in hell.” “He is dead,” Tex said.
I rolled my eyes. “I am not,” I said. I glanced down at her. “I’ve always wanted a baby.”
“A little blood splatter. Emica just killed someone, that’s all.”
