Page 76 of End It All

"Un altro fratello che pensa di essere intelligente." A heavy sigh filled the car as Benito continued to mudder in Italian. "Idiota. Perché io?"

I chuckled. "He's with me."

"What did he say?" Blake asked.

"Said you're the best little brother in the world and he can't wait to buy you cake."

Blake flipped me off, and I couldn't help but laugh. The gesture was starting to feel comforting in a strange way.

"Why are you with my brother at the docks, Quincy?"

"Business," I answered, knowing Benito would need more clarification. I was a member of the yakuza. I technically owed him no loyalty outside of my friendship with Harlow. I wouldn't tell him why, but knowing Blake’s location was his business. I wasn't betraying anyone.

"Personal?"

"No."

Benito went silent for a second. "No one should be there. We haven't heard of any movement on our end. Give me one second while I reach out to a few people."

"Don't really have a second, and the only reason I'm reaching out is because I owe you one," I said.

Benito huffed out a short laugh. "Blake is paying for the medical bill against Harlow's wishes. You owe me nothing. Notto mention, if I didn't help I'd never hear the end of it out of my husband's mouth."

I smiled at the mention of my lunatic friend's antics. "You married the psycho."

"Forced marriage," he grunted.

"Not the second time."

"I'll either send Enzo in or Harlow if something isn't matching up."

"No need, backup isn't my thing. I don't need you getting involved," I warned.

I could feel Blake's eyes boring into me. He'd burn a hole in my flesh if he kept staring so damn hard.

"You brought my brother with you. I'm involved regardless. I won't allow anyone to hurt my family and live."

"This is why it's better not to get involved with the Vitales," I said. I finally met Blake's gaze. "I got it, I'll let you know if things get a little dicey. You know how good I am."

Benito grunted. "Blake, do you have the gun Enzo gave you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Trust no one."

"I'm not a kid," Blake grumbled but he nodded regardless.

"Quincy." There were no other words beside my name.

I knew it was a warning in itself. Blake might have been a brother none of them knew about, but he was a Vitale all the same.

Blake hung the phone up, and I popped open the glove compartment and passed a switchblade over to Blake. "Hide it. They're going to search you."

He grabbed it, admiring the sharp edge. "Do you think something’s going to go wrong?"

I shrugged. "Better safe than sorry. I take a shit ton of risks but not with you coming along."

He opened his mouth but shut it as three men stepped out of one of the metal containers. One pointed at my car, and I knew we were out of time.