Page 139 of Never Say Never

Three simple words from the man I loved, and I stopped fighting it. York was more than capable of handling it all. I'd seen him do it plenty of times as my boss, but now, I had him as my lover.

Thank fuck.

My lips moved but my voice was no more. Ti amo più di ieri e ti amerò per sempre.

I peered through the door as Gianpaolo slept. He'd been out of it for a few days now, his body wrapped in so many bandages that he looked like a child dressing up for Halloween to be a mummy. I knew if I told him that, he would laugh and tease me. The thought almost brought a smile to my face, but I couldn't quite manage it.

"How is he?" I asked Melony as she walked out of the bedroom.

"Much better than before. Thank God, I had a team ready, because I don't think I could have helped him on my own." She shook her head, pink hair bouncing around her face. "I'm going to continue to stay in the building until he's better. Gianpaolo is my main concern right now." She glanced at me. "How are your kids?"

"Still shaken up. They witnessed a lot."

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, laying a hand on my arm gently before giving it a squeeze. "There are several good therapists I can recommend. All of them are discreet and stick to their oaths."

"Not too sure that's allowed," I muttered.

"You'd be surprised how many of these guys are in therapy on the side. Giancarlo's therapist only takes him as a client and no one else. I don't blame the man. Can you imagine trying to wrap your head around another kind of crazy besides Gin?"

I stared at her in shock. Giancarlo was in therapy? Maybe they should fire his therapist, because clearly, something wasn't working.

I shook my head. "Thank you for looking after him."

"He's part of the family," she said, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I've been beating up both the twins since we were in school together. I'm so glad Gianpaolo's home."

"Me too." Gin said as he came up and draped an arm over my shoulders. "Hey, fed."

"It's York," I said before I removed his arm from my shoulders. "How did you get in?"

"I convinced one of the guards to open up."

"He means he threatened to cut their balls off," Benito grunted. "How's Paolo?"

I turned to the oldest Vitale brother. Enzo stood beside him, his eyes roaming over me before he nodded briefly. I returned the gesture before I looked at Benito again.

"Better," I said. "Melony said he shouldn't be so out of it in a few days. The pain medication he's on is really strong.”

"Is it all right if we see him?" Benito asked.

I stared at him. Was he asking me? Both of us knew that he was fully capable of ignoring and bypassing me as if I was nothing. As I opened my mouth, Giancarlo was already on his way to the primary bedroom.

"Excuse him, he was raised in a barn," Benito said.

"Sure, go on back," I said, shaking my head. "They really do look alike. And act alike."

“They’ve been like that forever,” Enzo said. “Heard you had something to do with them making up. Gin likes your kids.”

I stared at him in shock. Had Enzo Vitale really just spoken to me? The man never said two words in my direction.

Enzo excused himself and headed after his brother. When I turned back to Benito, he stayed in the same spot. He sized me up for a moment, and I felt like I was under a spotlight.

"I also heard something. That you didn't call in the feds like you could have at the factory. Thank you. I know we don't do things the way you do, but we stopped the war. I don't want the streets filled with blood anymore than you do."

Nodding, I shoved my hands into my pockets. "For some reason, I actually believe that."

Benito gave me a hesitant smile. "What do you plan to do now?"

I raised a brow. "Meaning?"