Page 144 of Never Say Never

That voice never ceased to send chills of desire racing down my spine. "Hmm, I'm not sure what you're talking about, baby."

"Paolo," York whispered.

He was easily riled up by me now that I knew how to get under his skin."Yeah, call my name more, boss man."

Something cracked over the phone, and I hurriedly covered my mouth to keep my laughter hidden.

"Gianpaolo."

Shit, I was in trouble. I stopped joking around, knowing it was something serious.

"Why do I have a report on my desk with details about your death?" There was movement over the line. "How in the hell did you pull off being conveniently killed at one of the warehouses?"

"Right, I meant to warn you about that."

York grunted. "Meant to?" He blew out a breath. "Never mind, don't tell me how you did it right now. We can talk about you messing with FBI records when I get home."

"Sorry about that. But I had to take care of Paul; it wasn't like I could go back and forth." I leaned against the counter. "Not to mention, talking might be the last thing on your mind when you get home."

"You're still healing," my saint of a boyfriend said.

Three weeks, and I couldn't even get a damn blow job. He was going to pay for every second of making me hold out. "Got the all-clear from the doc today."

"I'll call her." There was a pause before York came back on the phone. "I have to go, we're having a meeting."

"Have fun. Make sure you have your phone on you in case of emergencies. Love you."

"Love you too." York's answer still shook me to my core every single time I heard it.

He loved me. I knew, of course I did, but it didn't change how good it felt when he said those three magical words to me. I hurriedly dialed Gin's number.

"Coming out to play or does the fed still have you on house arrest?"

"Ha-ha, you're hilarious. No, I'm all good. Melony cleared me. I’m going to a sex shop, wanna come? Unless you and Ash are only into vanilla sex."

Gin laughed. "He carved his fucking name into my chest. There is always room to corrupt him more.” There was a pause before my brother came back on the line. “My thing seems to be running a bit behind, so I got time. Meet you downtown."

"See you." I hung up and sent a quick text to Harlow.

Paolo: Can the twins spend the night?

Harlow: I don't see why not. Your brother is already going crazy over them.

Harlow: He really wants a big family. ????

Paolo: Yep, since we were kids. Consider this practice for a full house in your future.

Harlow: I will stab you if you ever wish that on me again.

I laughed. Harlow was insane, but he was a good guy. I saw how he loved my brother and his fierce loyalty to the Vitale family. My girls were in good hands for the night. Pocketing my phone, I grabbed my keys and was out the door. There were four new guards in our hallway. The threat was gone, but we had to be cautious. York was still an FBI agent, and I took my family's safety seriously.

"If the girls come down for their clothes, make sure to escort them back up to Benito's place where Tony will take over watching. And do not tell York that Tony was here."

If I thought I had a score to settle with Tony, York was worse. For the first time I’d seen bloodlust in my boss’s eyes in that factory, and it was the exact same expression he wore whenever Tony came within a twenty-yard radius of us.

The guards nodded their heads and took their leave. I'd recorded a few videos and took pictures prior to Melony coming over. All in preparation for plan drive York mad. I sent the first pic of me bent over our bed to York.

Paolo: Attached photo