Page 10 of Say I Do
“Both of you fuck off,” I snapped. “All you care about are your goddamn boyfriends now. Remember when it was just us?” I waved around the bar. “All we had was each other. Now you two fuck off as soon as you can. Screw you both.”
Gin whistled. “Someone’s in his feelings tonight.”
I thought back to Harlow’s words. Big feelings. Gin could joke around about it, and Enzo could shrug it off because neither of them had to deal with whatIhad to deal with when I went home. It was no longer just my place anymore. Now I shared it with a complete and total stranger.
“Let’s get fucked up,” Gin said, dragging my attention back to him. “You didn’t get a bachelor party.”
“Yes, because he didn’t bother to tell us he was getting married.”
I frowned. “I’m sorry,” I told Enzo. He tried to hide it, but I could see the hurt on his face. “Seriously, I am. I didn’t know what to say or how to explain it. I just…” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It even overwhelmed me, okay? I didn’t know how to have a conversation about it.”
“We all do crazy shit,” Gin said. “Like some of us date, stalk, fuck cops, and don’t say anything either,” he pointed out.
When I opened my eyes, Enzo sat up a little straighter as he downed his drink. Apparently, Gin had struck a nerve. We all had shit we hid from each other, but one thing always remained; we were brothers. That would never change.
Enzo toyed with his glass when he sat it down. “Whatareyou going to do with him?”
I shrugged so hard my shoulders hurt. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that man? Dad was looking for an heir. I can’t have one with him. Fuck.”
“Get a surrogate,” Enzo said. “You’d still have an heir.”
“Or a girlfriend,” Gin supplied, being every bit of help I expected him to be. He grinned at me like a loon. “I mean, that’s what dad would have done.”
“Not funny,” Enzo growled.
I smothered the laughter that fell from my lips. He was right. It wasn’t funny. My father married my mother first, then Gin’s, but Enzo’s mother was his mistress. He never married her, and Enzo hated being reminded of that fact. I kicked Gin’s shin underneath the table, and he coughed hard.
“Sorry, sorry,” Gin said as he glanced at Enzo. “Come on, if you can’t laugh at your pain, you’ll cry!”
“I’m this close to causing a scene, Benito,” Enzo said calmly.
“Don’t,” I warned. “Seriously, I can’t take one more thing going wrong today.”
Gin frowned. “Hey, maybe give him a job like Ash. Well, Ash was happy being at home, too, or at least that’s what he said, but I think he’s happier being able to work. Maybe that would calm things down?”
I contemplated it. “That’s… not a horrible idea for once.”
“Hey!”
“You have notoriously horrible ideas,” Enzo said as he cleared his glass. “Someone pour more.”
“Fuck you!” Gin scoffed. “This family doesn't give a damn about me and how intelligent I am. All I do is help you assholes out, and what do I get? Bullshit!” He poured the drinks despite his yapping. “Motherfuckers.”
“I thought you were the motherfucker,” I interjected.
Gin faltered in his pouring, whiskey hitting the table as he stared at me. “Who told you that?”
“Watch it,” Enzo grumbled as he immediately attacked the spill.
“Ash,” I grinned. “He asked about it.”
He groaned. “He’s so jealous.”
Gin complained, but there was a smile on his face the whole time. He loved having someone be jealous over him. To have someone whocaredabout him. I had to admit, I didn’t think it would work, but they were good for each other. I couldn’t imagine falling in love like that. Or the way Enzo had fallen for Tex.
I never wanted to fall in love again.
Thinking about my past mistakes made my shoulders feel like they were weighted down by hundred-ton bricks. One slip-up and I’d almost ruined everything. My father hadn’t let me live it down. He still didn’t. I had to keep it up to accomplish everything that had been set out in front of me if I wanted to prove myself again.