Page 121 of Never Say Never

“Awww, man. Your boyfriend’s no damn fun.”

“I’m not his boyfriend,” York said.

“Ouch!” Giancarlo held his chest and acted like he was having a heart attack. “If Ash ever said that to me, I’d lose my mind.”

“I’m trying really hard to be good,” I mumbled.

“Good on you.”

“I’m standing right here, you know,” York said as he reached down and took the smokes from Giancarlo. “You’re gonna burn the place down. And you”—he pointed at me—“is that blood in your hair?”

“Probably,” I said honestly.

“From?”

I shrugged. “Work?”

York pinched the bridge of his nose. “I swear to God, I am this close to losing my mind,” he said as he held up what looked like four fingers impossibly close to each other.

“That’s real close,” I said.

“Yes, Paolo. It’s close.”

Giancarlo burst out laughing again, and I tried to resist until I was dragged down with him. I became aware at some point that York had left and returned with a damp cloth. He scrubbed at the blood on my cheek and shook his head.

“Look at your goddamn hands, Paolo. Are you nuts? They’re all torn up,” he muttered.

Giancarlo and I exchanged a look. So, it’s not just me that notices him taking care of me, right?

Gin grinned and said everything without saying a word. Nope, he totally is.

We both grinned as York continued to berate me for risking my life and called me a moron. He was even more pissed that I’d told my guys not to let him go, but I didn’t care. All I could do was stare up at him, take in the frown and pinched brows, and think about how much I wanted him.

A knock on the door grabbed both mine and York’s attention. Giancarlo was too busy lying on his back, rapping Eminem, and stumbling over the words in his drunken haze. York went to the door, checked the peephole, and sighed before he unlocked the door.

Benito walked in, looking every bit as put together as he always did. “Where are they?”

York waved a hand. “On my floor, covered in blood and God knows what.”

They both came back into view and I waved. Giancarlo stopped rapping, rolled over onto his stomach and did the same like he was a middle school girl at a sleepover. I cracked up all over again.

“There’s something wrong with them,” York said.

“Yes, that’s how Gin normally is,” Benito said. “I’m afraid Paolo is on you.”

He blinked. “What the hell did I do?”

“You’re an agent, figure it out.” He bent over and grabbed Giancarlo, dragging him to his feet. “Ash told me to bring you home.”

“Ooh, I hope he’s ready to shove my face into a pillow.”

Benito groaned. “Stop telling me things.” He put Gin’s arm around his neck and steadied him. “Get some sleep, Paolo,” he said, and I shoved a thumbs up in the air. Finally, he turned to York. “Thank you for looking after my idiots. My brothers mean a lot to me.”

They stared at each other for what felt like forever before York nodded slightly. “I understand.”

“Get laid, Paolo! He likes you, I can tell,” Gin called from the doorway.

I was going to kill him.