Page 10 of End It All

"Good, then you shouldn't lose track of him," Benito said.

Damn it. Ignoring Harlow's question, I moved on. The last thing I needed was for him to notice how things had changed for me. "Fine, anything else I need to know?"

They both shrugged. "He's here to look for my dad but he's out of town still. I'd like to say when Cesare's back in town you can ditch him, but?—"

"I don't trust the old fuck any more then I trust my dad. Which means we don't know if we can trust this mysterious new brother," Harlow added.

"Got it. You want him coming around?" I asked.

Benito opened the door. "Yeah, I need to know who Blake is. And as his older brother, it's only right I find a place for him."

"How noble of you," I said with every ounce of sarcasm.

We made our way inside. Tony stood right outside the living room, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the man sitting on the blush couch with his foot bouncing.

"Tony, you can head home," Benito said.

"Good luck," was all Tony said before he headed for the elevator inside the penthouse and was gone.

"Blake, this is Quincy. You're going to go stay at his place for the time being until I can get some things in order," Benito said.

The man was shorter than me, and way younger. His black hair kissed his shoulders, his delicate features were a stark contrast to the varying tattoos he had scattered all over his neck and hands. He flipped the top of a lighter on and off as he looked between us. Unlike his brothers, his eyes were a startling blue that only made him seem softer.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"You didn’t tell me he was deaf, Benito,” I said.

Blake flipped me off. "I don't know you, asshole. Are you another brother?"

"Fuck no.” Like hell I’d ever be a Vitale.

“Watch it,” Benito warned.

I ignored Benito in favor of glaring back at the pint-size Vitale. I thought Enzo was short, but the newest one had him beat by an inch or three.

“Not a brother. I'm more like your fairy godfather. Except I'm not here to grant you wishes or take you to a ball.”

Blake shot up and turned to Benito. “Look, I told you I’d figure my own shit out. I came here looking for my old man. Since he’s not here, I’ll split until he’s back.”

“Not happening,” I informed him.

Blake glared at me, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

Benito got between us before Blake could get any closer. The little spit fire had a whole lot of spunk. I could already tell he was going to be trouble, and not the fun kind.

“Enough, he’s here to help, and right now, and I need you to cooperate. This is sudden for all of us. You’re Vitale. The city iscrawling with plenty of people who’d want to get back at us for one thing or another. You’ll be safer with Quincy.”

“Yeah, princess. Time to be locked away in your tower.”

A red hue rushed up Blake’s throat to his face. His brows dipped as his lips formed a thin line. “Fuck you.”

I whistled. “You’d have to pay, and unfortunately for you, I'm no longer in that business. So, you’re shit out of luck.”

"Fuck this. I don't need to be here." Blake grabbed his ratty looking bag and slammed his shoulder into my chest as he headed for the door.

I lifted a single brow at Harlow. "???."You cannot be serious.

Fucking Vitales.