Page 57 of End It All

"You looked like you wanted to punch Gin. I'm telling you, it's a bad idea. He has the most punchable face out of all of us, but it doesn't mean he's easy."

"Except for in the bedroom. I'm a willing participant." Gin placed his hands a pretty good distance apart. "Plus my man has something to work with, you know."

"Giancarlo, I swear, I will shove you into a hole and leave you there if you keep this up," Benito threatened.

Paolo laughed and even Enzo snorted. I couldn't contain my own laughter. It almost felt like I was a part of something. After all these years. My stomach twisted more. The good feelings mixed with something else, something overwhelming, but I stayed where I was. I wouldn’t show them any weakness.

Or how scared I was that there was even a possibility that I might be able to get close to someone.

"What? These are good questions! Plus, I know you were thinking if Harlow and him fucked in the past then that means his dick is bigger?—"

I hopped out of the chair along with Paolo and moved back as Benito swung on Gin. They went down trading blow for blow.

"My bet’s on Benito," Enzo said.

Paolo sighed. "Fuck, he's my twin. I can't not have his back. Fine, I got Gin."

Both of them looked at me, and I stared in horror at the two grown men fighting in the middle of a corporate office. Their punches sounded heavy as they slammed into each other.

"Hurry up," Paolo said.

"What am I betting on?"

"Which one will win or get the most hits in," Enzo said.

"Shit, I don't know." I knew little to nothing about either one of them.

Both of them stared at me expectantly. I glanced over at the two fighting. Benito wasn't letting up on Gin, but Gin was laughing and throwing the punches right back.

"Gin, I guess," I said. He was taller and bigger than Benito.

As if to prove me wrong, Benito punched Gin in the face and had him in a headlock in the next second.

"Pay up," Enzo said.

"I don't have any money on me," I admitted. I didn't even know money was involved.

"He takes books or cat treats as payment," Paolo suggested. He plopped down as if everything was back in order.

Benito and Gin parted, and to my surprise, acted as if they hadn't just tried to kill each other. They clapped each other on the back. Benito’s hair was disheveled, while Gin’s bottom lip was split and sported blood.Is this really normal for them?

"How much do I owe you?" I asked Enzo.

He shrugged. "You will have to figure it out."

What the hell did that mean? I was more confused being around these men than I'd ever been in my life. He went back over to the bookshelf and seemed to practically melt into it.

"So, back to my important question," Gin said as he took the seat I'd been in prior to the fight.

"Gin, drop it." Benito cleared his throat as he pushed his hair back.

There was a knock at the door before Tony walked in. He nodded my way as he stopped by Benito's desk. He whispered something to him that I couldn't hear even if I tried. Gin kept tapping me, and I knew all he wanted to ask was how big Quincy's cock was. I couldn't explain why I was annoyed by the question. Normally, I wouldn't give a shit, but right now, I didn't feel like it. What bothered me more was how Gin came about the information in the first place.

"I have to go handle this," Benito said through tight lips.

All of a sudden, the lightness that had occupied the room was gone and left behind nothing but tension. Each of my brothers changed subtly as they waited on Benito to clarify. He looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel as if I was the issue.

"I can step out." I wasn't a part of their world, but knowing that fact didn't keep the ache or the desire of wanting to belong from radiating in the middle of my chest.