Page 99 of Never Say Never

"Yeah, three guards, like we're celebrities," Navy said.

York's lips dipped in a frown, but he looked down at his girls again. "I can go with you for a little while."

"Woohoo," the girls shouted in unison.

"There should be swimsuits in your closet. I made sure to buy anything you could possibly need," I said.

"Thanks, Daddy, thank you, Paolo." The twins raced down the hall with an excitement they hadn't had in a while after everything that happened.

“Glad you get to be the fun one,” York muttered.

I winced. Is that what I was doing? Shit. I guess I didn’t think about it like that. Sure, I wanted to be there for the girls, but did that leave York being the bad guy? The one that told them to brush their teeth, eat their vegetables, and do their homework while I swooped in and had all the fun?

York stayed standing there. I nearly dismissed Mitchel but I could tell by his face he wanted to tell me something.

I attempted to get York to leave for a second. "You want to go get changed?"

"No."

I didn't argue with him. York was being stubborn but that was always him. As annoying as it was, I liked it about the old man.

"Go ahead, Mitchel."

He gave York a cursory glance but spoke. "Silver Dreams has been burned down."

My back stiffened as his words hit me head-on. "What? When?"

"Silver Dreams? The brothel?" York was next to me before I even realized he'd moved.

Heat radiated from his skin and everything in me said to lean back into his warmth.

"Do we know who did it?" York asked.

Mitchel, again, looked at me, but York didn't give him a second to think. He snapped his fingers, the authority pouring off him in waves. Slap a suit on him and it would be like staring at my boss in the office all over again. My cock twitched, coming to life as I admired the man who had pieces of me no other person on this Earth had ever possessed.

As much as I thought I owned him, it was starting to feel like York owned me too. He just didn't notice.

"There are rumors that it might have been the Acetos, but Benito is calling for a meeting."

"Shit, you could have led with that." I grabbed my wallet and cell from the coffee table.

"I'm coming."

I placed my hand in the middle of York's chest. "No, you aren't."

He squinted at me. "You think I'm going to leave it to a bunch of criminals to check over a crime scene? You're more likely to bury evidence than actually get shit solved."

I shoved York back. "I said no."

"I don't take orders from you."

He was used to running things, but here, he had no say so, especially when it came to his safety. I grabbed York by the throat. It was becoming familiar in the most intoxicating way. I flexed my fingers and squeezed just because I could.

"You're staying." Before he could say anything else, I kissed him, biting his lip until the taste of his blood hit my tongue. York's pupils were blown so wide, they looked black. "I need you somewhere safe. There is a hit out on your head, in case you’ve forgotten."

"That's my problem."

"Egh! Wrong answer." I pressed our bodies together firmly, not letting even a sliver of air between us. "You're my problem."