Page 122 of Never Say Never

Eventually the door closed, and I was left alone with my current and only obsession. Slowly, I started to stand up. York helped me to my feet, holding on to me tightly as I swayed.

“That trunk Jager was a bad move,” I muttered.

"Gianpaolo."

I shook my head. "Nope, you only call my full name when you're angry with me."

"I am."

I turned slowly, trying not to fall on my ass. I righted myself and headed toward his room.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed. I had a long night."

"I told you not to come back."

"Tough shit. I told you I'm never leaving you."

I opened the door and headed straight for the bed. York stopped me right before I made it.

"You think just because you come back, talking about love, that you can worm your ass back in my bed?"

When had I talked about love? My brain was fuzzy at best. I did in fact love York, there was no doubt in my head, but that didn't seem to matter to him right now.

"I'm not going anywhere, so get over it."

York punched me in the stomach and I doubled over. My knees buckled and I went down.

I laughed and blinked up at him. "Hurt me all you want, sweet cheeks, but the only way you will get rid of me is by killing me."

"Fucking hell, Paolo." York tossed his arms up. "Why me?"

"Why not?"

"I was just a mark, a way for you to get more information."

"Never that. Yeah, if I got close to you, I'd get to find out all kinds of things but it wasn't hard getting the information myself. From the start, I went after you because I wanted to." I sat back on my ass and my back hit the bed. "I'm a chicken hawk."

York stared at me, his head tilting to the side slowly. "A fucking what?"

"Even his confused face is cute."

"Keep talking out the side of your neck and I will find a way to put you out of your misery."

I grinned, ignoring the fact that I was speaking my damn thoughts. Fucking Jager did it every time. "Promises, baby, promises." I didn't want to be on the floor anymore. The bed was calling my name. I got up, struggling with every movement. "I hunt chickens."

"This isn't a conversation I want to have anymore," York said.

I grunted as I stood up all the way. I turned to him and bopped him on the nose before he could react. "But you're the only chicken I want." I fell back against the bed and jumped up to get all the way on. "Lay down, York."

"No—"

"If you go to the couch, I'm just going to crawl my way to you. You go in my room, I will drag my drunk ass in there. The girls room? I'll even climb into bed behind you. I don't give a fuck. There is nowhere for you to go, so get in bed."

The silence that greeted my ears had me pushing up on my elbows to look at the man I was madly in love with. My obsession only seemed to grow by the day, and I was fully aware as to why. He was the one person that made me feel whole when I felt like I was losing all sense of myself. York recognized parts of me that not even my brothers could see. York Washington was my everything.

I had no idea when he took a piece of me but I wasn't ever getting it back.