Say I Do (Vitale Brothers, #3)

by Brea Alepoú

Fuck. I’m the goddamn replacement bride.

A man like Benito couldn’t love, and I had no plans to ever love anyone. That shit was for suckers and dreamers. My dreams had died a long time ago.

Chaos was beautiful and the most soothing thing to my soul.

We all had shit we hid from each other, but one thing always remained; we were brothers. That would never change.

“I’m this close to causing a scene, Benito,” Enzo said calmly.

I couldn’t imagine falling in love like that.

“Fuck you both. Salute.”

Either my father hadn’t warned Benito, or my new husband wasn’t smart. Either way, I was free to do as I pleased.

Even in sleep, he looked angry, as if the fate of the world rested on his shoulders.

If he wanted, he could shoot me, but we both were in this for something far bigger than ourselves.

Fuck, he was annoying. If it didn’t mean the organization would get hurt by me leaving, I’d kill him and walk away.

I had just as much at stake in our deal as he did. The only difference was he stood at the head, and I was a pawn to be used.

“I don’t cook or clean. If you’re expecting a housewife, it’s not me and never will be.” I let my gaze drag over him intentionally. “Now, if you need help washing off the blood of your enemies, I’m more than willing to perform my husbandly duties.”

“Not needed. You’re just an ornament on my arm now.”

Fuck, I want to k...

I would either drive my knife into his neck repeatedly or strip out of my clothes and fall prey to the devil.

I’m always in control. I don’t give in to anger. I think before I act.

How fucked up would it be to screw my husband?

“That’s karma,” Harlow muttered. I whipped in his direction. “Shut. Up. Before I do it again.”

“If you’re going to attack me, be better at it.”

My life was reduced to five bags and a single box.

“Move.” My tone was flat and devoid of the anger and hunger I felt in spades.

It was pure insanity how we went from blood lust to unfiltered desire.

Can’t kill my husband. There were too many fucking rules for this marriage

“You have a death wish.”

Not happening, sweet cheeks. You can choke on my dick and die.

Welcome to the marriage from hell.

Harlow wrapped in lace was not something I had prepared for.

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

The sound around us faded into nothing as I gripped him so tightly I was positive we’d both crack and shatter.

Chaos and tea, was there a better way to start the day?

I meant it when I told him I’d make it hell for everyone involved.

“What will you offer me to save you from your own mess?”

“One day you’re going to push me too far, and I’ll break your pretty little neck.”

I wanted to strangle him. God, every single day I wanted to rip him to shreds and roll in his blood like some feral animal.

Harlow was like a puzzle I couldn’t put together. One moment of vulnerability, one second of regret, and all the rest waited behind a brick wall of bullshit.

I’m in hell.

I glanced at him, and our eyes finally met. Whatever was behind his gaze was indecipherable. My fingers twitched. I really need that cigarette.

“I don’t think you need to go,” Tony said again. “And I don’t think Benito would be happy coming home to his place and all his precious belongings being nothing more than ashes.”

“In another lifetime, I might have taken you up on that challenge in your eyes.” I winked at him. “But unfortunately for the both of us, I’m a married man now.”

Maybe I should have felt bad knowing just how sucky being tied down felt. Instead, I felt more like myself than I had in days.

If I were an arrogant piece of shit, where would I sit?

Who cares? He’s straight. Yeah, that wasn’t going to work for me.

“What can I get you?” “My husband at home and not cheating on me in public.”

The redhead giggled. Her hand traveled down his torso and rested on his crotch. She groped his cock through his clothes. I lost it. The cup shattered in my hand. Cold alcohol dripped down my forearms and soaked into the sleeve of my suit jacket. I was over the small table and on Benito’s lap before any of them knew what was happening. I grabbed the redhead and pressed the jagged end of the glass against her throat. Benito moved but stopped short of reaching for me. It was as if we could communicate with a look alone. One misstep, and I’d kill her. It would land us in hot water, but we both knew I was crazy enough not to give a fuck.

“You’re testing my patience, Harlow,” Benito growled out.

“Be a good boy and kiss your husband.” Something achingly close to danger skipped over Benito’s face.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I whispered against his ear. “I’ve played nice, put on that stupid fucking mask since the day you first tested my patience. What? You want to see the real me, Harlow? Is that what you want?” My teeth nipped the lobe of his ear before I traced my tongue down the curve of his throat. He raised up, pressing his cock against me. “Slut,” I hissed. “Is that what you want? You’ve been after my cock since day one, right?”

Harlow raised a brow. “I don’t need to learn shit. Like you said, this is just an arrangement.” “That was before you kissed me like that,” I said as I closed the space between us. “Before you stabbed me and moaned for me. Now, I’m going to teach you exactly what you are to me.”

My hands worked on his pants as I yanked them down his slender thighs. Red panties dotted with little bows filled my vision. I would have laughed if all the air hadn’t been sucked out of my lungs. Seeing him in something so soft when I’d just watched him almost murder a woman was too insane of a juxtaposition to swallow.