Page 2 of Say I Do

“Yes, for now.”

“We’ll go over the invoices together. I’ll see if I can hire some temp help too.”

“All right, but don’t bring it up when you get here.”

“I know, I know.”

Enzo was careful with what he said around Tex when it came to work. The ex-cop, and now his boyfriend, was sensitive to violence. Probably because we stomped his boyfriend’s head into a fleshy pulp right in front of him. That wasn’t our fault, though. It couldn’t be helped. Still, I knew Enzo was protective of Tex, so I kept my mouth shut. It kept the peace between me and my brother. Mostly.

“I’ll be there in half an hour. Can it wait that long?”

“Yes. I’m going to eat a quick lunch.”

“See you soon.”

Hanging up, I rubbed my finger against my temple as pounding filled the room. I cut my eyes to the door, glaring daggers at it. There was only one idiot who banged on my door. Giancarlo.

I pressed the button beneath my desk, and he barreled into the room, a grin on his lips. He walked over, tugged a chair back, and plopped down. As usual, he started rocking, making my stomach pitch as he balanced precariously on the legs.

“What?” I asked.

Gin shrugged. “Nothing. I can’t come visit?”

I raised a brow incredulously. “A visit? That’s it?”

“Well…” He trailed off. “You remember Marco?”

“Yeah,” I growled.

“I might have stolen one of his cars the other night.”

I restrained myself from jumping over the desk to strangle my brother. Marco Falacci was part of another family in New York. Last time he and Giancarlo bumped heads, my brother decided it would be a good idea to suck his boyfriend off in his luxury car. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Giancarlo topped it off by cumming all inside it. Needless to say, the head of the family, Alessio, wasn’t happy about it. Nor was Marco.

My teeth ground together. “Why?”

Gin shrugged again. “I ran into him at a bar last night with Ash. You know how he is with that big fucking mouth.” He raised a hand, imitating Marco. “Yap, yap, fucking yap. You came in my car. You didn’t pay for the detailing. Do you know how much I spent? Blah, fucking blah.”

“I told you to pay for it,” I said as I rose out of my seat. “You said you would take care of it.”

“No, no.” Gin shook his head. “I said I wasn’t paying for shit, and I meant it. When I said I’d take care of it, I meant I would fuck him over more. You never clarified!”

My head started to throb. No one knew how to give me a headache like my brothers. Between the two of them, I was sure one would put me in an early grave from stress. I wasn’t a young man anymore. At thirty-eight, I was entering the era of carrying around goddamn aspirin in case I had a heart attack from all the worry.

“Sei un idiota,” I said calmly. “Do you know that?”

“Rude.” Gin smiled at me. “Well, anyway, he had a camera in the garage and caught me. Now it’s a whole thing. Alessio’s being a little bitch about it, saying I owe him money, and Marco is whining that he wants to, you know.” He drew a finger across his throat. “Not that I’m worried about that punk.”

I blinked at him. “You’re going to pay Marco double what you owed him before, and you’ll return his car. Now.”

“Come on!” Giancarlo dropped the chair down and pouted. “That’s not fair!”

“Fair, my ass!” I snapped, pointing a finger at him. “Do it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” I growled.

“Well, the car might have gotten a little wrecked.” When I stared at him, he threw his hands up in the air. “Ash wanted another driving lesson! He nearly scraped the paint off the side, and the front right side is all smashed up and—”

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