Page 11 of End It All

The door slammed behind him, and right on cue, Emica let out an ear-piercing scream. Benito and Harlow both let out a sigh.

"We'll talk more about this later." I headed for the door.

"Quincy," Benito called. Harlow was already headed down the hall to their daughter.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. Outside of my brothers and Tony, you were the only other man we trusted to do this."

I grinned. "You mean he's a handful, and you figured if I dealt with Harlow’s shit for years, I could handle this."

Benito shrugged. "That too."

I headed out, checking the elevator first and seeing it move. This was going to be a pain. I took the emergency staircase and rushed down. Had to do all the work with shoveling the mud and now I was running after a damn brat. Great, my luck just kept getting better and better. I jumped a few flights of stairs and was more than happy when I made it to the last set. Every single man who stood at the varying floors nodded their heads in acknowledgement.

The lobby was still lit up, looking more like an upscale hotel. One glance around and it was easy to find the person that didn't fit the room. I caught up to Blake before he could make it outside, and grabbed him. He twisted around, a fist coming my way. I caught it and shoved it back down.

"You’re a cute little feisty thing, huh?"

Blake stopped moving for all of a second. "Fuck you. Look, I don't need you. Coming here was a mistake."

"Maybe, but you don't really have a say-so anymore." I grabbed the back of his leather jacket and led us both outside. "The moment you admitted to being a Vitale, things changed. There is nothing you can do about it now."

"Let go." Blake kicked my shin, and I swore under my breath.

I let his jacket go in favor of grabbing the back of his neck. I lowered down making sure he heard every word. "Try that again and I'll hurt you back. We can play my favorite game of how much pain can you take until you cum."

"What?" Blake attempted to get away, but my hold was tight.

"Come on, we're going to my place, and now yours, until further notice."

"What are you going to do, throw me in your car?

"It's New York, who the fuck would drive everywhere all the time?" I asked as I flagged down a taxi. "Nah, you're going to get in the taxi all on your own. We’re going to my place and then we're going to bed."

Blake rolled his shoulders, looking around, and no doubt planning an escape.

"Look, you can either come with me and have somewhere to sleep, or camp out on a bench in the park."

"I don't need your help."

I shrugged. "Good, ’cause I wasn't offering it to you. I got asked to do a job, and I plan to do it. Now, you can either get inthe goddamn taxi or we can walk. Either way, I'm staying with you."

Blake's glare would be deadly if I wasn't glared at for the majority of the day. "You just said I could sleep on a bench in the park."

"Never said I wouldn't be there staring at you."

"Fucking weirdo. Should have stayed home."

"Get in."

"Fine." Blake's shoulders sagged.

"So glad you decided to cooperate." I shut the taxi door and gave him my address. The ride was fairly quick, but if it bothered Blake that it went from high rises to a less luxurious area, he said nothing. If anything, his demeanor seemed to relax. I watched him, trying to figure him out. Besides him being difficult, and new, what kind of man was he?

The taxi slowed down, and I paid the fare before exiting. "Let's go."

Blake was behind me as we headed up the three flights of stairs to my place. The apartment was recently renovated but it was nothing like the Vitale building. It was home, though, and that was all that mattered to me.