Page 90 of Never Say Never

"A meeting about what?" York asked.

I shrugged. "No clue."

He didn't look as if he believed me. Fuck, it hurt every single time, worse then the last. I knew I messed up but he had to see past it. I was there for the betterment of my family, and somewhere along the way that included him and the girls.

"I swear, I don't know. Benito won't tell me until I'm there."

"Sure." York grabbed his plate from the counter. "When you leave, don't bother coming back."

He wasn't going to make this even a little easy for me. "York?—"

"Go," he growled.

My phone buzzed again, and I knew I was out of time. I grabbed the coffee and poured York a cup. "I'll have some of your work files delivered." York was going to work regardless, and I needed his expertise to help with the Aceto and Triad problem. My cover was blown and they were after York just as much. If anyone could give us another perspective on the situation, it was York.

He didn't acknowledge me, instead stuffing his mouth full of eggs. I wanted to grab his cheeks and force him to look at me. To only see me. Shelly took my spot in between the girls and across from York. I should be the one trying to make them smile and talking to York. It should be me who they shared these moments with.

I watched for a second before heading toward the door. I let it close behind me with anger and disappointment settling in the middle of my chest.

With everything happening around me, the thought of being surrounded by all my brothers again filled me with a sense of peace. Finally, I was going to be reunited with them. I was going to be a Vitale again. How many years had I been separated from everyone and forced to live a lie? Too many to count. I'd given up marking days off on the calendar. It always made it feel like I was doomed to be away from everything I knew for eternity.

A quick call to a salon and a text to Benito, and the meeting was pushed back. I didn't want to be Paul anymore; it was never me to begin with. After an hour or so at the salon, I made my way to Blu. This was it; I was going to have my family back. Something I spent countless nights wishing for. I made my way through the club, heading upstairs. Blu had been a rundown building when Benito had originally bought it. I hadn't seen the vision, but he swore to us this was the first step to bigger and better things. I wasn’t able to stick around to see it but I watched from afar. Saw how my brothers beat all the odds and took the Vitale name to new heights.

"Sir," the men standing out front said. They did a double take when they saw me. With the contacts gone and my hair dark brown once more, and slicked back, I looked more like Giancarlo. They mistook me for him, but I wasn't in the mood to correct them just yet.

I was let into the office. The music from the club bled away and was replaced by soothing jazz. Benito sipped whiskey and moved paperwork around. Harlow sat poised on his lap, looking over sheets as well. He looked up, his gray eyes lined with coal zeroed in on me.

"You two really are twins. Thought he was joking, but damn," Harlow said.

Benito looked up at me with a smile briefly gracing his face. "Paolo, you look more like yourself."

"Feel like it too." I took one of the chairs and plopped down. I adjusted the black button up and black slacks I wore. "Where are Gin and Enzo?"

Benito sat his paperwork down, his arm instantly winding around Harlow's slender waist. The red dress he was wearing had slits all the way up his hips on both sides, showing off every inch of his pale skin. Their intimacy was mild but it made me crave my own. York came to mind with his deep brown skin, thick muscled body, and stern look. I wanted to fall into bed with him and hear his laughter again. The endless talks and the way we gravitated toward each other were forever imprinted on my brain. It all couldn't disappear overnight. I refused to allow that.

"They're on their way."

"You brought an FBI agent home," Harlow said. He produced a knife out of nowhere. He twirled it around as if it was an extension of himself. "My daughter is at home."

I met the crazed man's gaze head on. "So are mine. I need them to be safe."

"He's going to turn on you and then on us," Harlow bit out.

I stayed relaxed in my chair. Harlow was skilled, but I'd had years of training under my belt as well. I would do anything to protect what was mine. "I will handle it."

Harlow stared at me for what felt like an eternity before a resounding knock broke through the tension. He kissed his husband. "I'm going home to look over the rest of the documents there."

"Take a few guards with you. Our enemies have been getting bolder by the second." Benito looked like he wanted to say something but he kept his mouth shut.

My phone vibrated in my pocket again. I pulled it out quickly to make sure York and the girls were okay. I held my breath as I checked all the feeds. They were safe.

"Benito, what's with the last minute call? Ash is crawling up the walls because of the lockdown. The only thing keeping him preoccupied is my ass." Hearing Gin’s voice was like being hit by a freight train. Years, I'd been without my twin, and hearing him talk so close had every emotion I'd locked down slamming into me all at once.

"No one wants to hear about your sex life," Enzo said.

I couldn't stop myself. I stood up and turned to face my brothers. Enzo stopped in his tracks. His wired rimmed glasses slipped down his nose. His brown eyes moved over me as if he was seeing a ghost. To them, I was one. I'd been dead for years, only my dad knowing the truth and then getting Benito in on it.

"What the fuck is this?" Gin shouted. “Who’s this asshole!”