Paid In Full (Vitale Brothers Book 2)

Chapter 34

The momentwe walked through the door, my legs caved. Home. Finally. Giancarlo caught me before my ass could slam against the hardwood flooring.

“There you two are. Shit,” Melony said. She looked between us. “Giancarlo, I didn’t think this would happen.”

It wasn’t her fault. She’d tried to help me. I elbowed Gin in the side when he continued to glare at her. He grunted.

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

“Yet,” Chelsea said. She whistled as she looked at us. We’d changed out of the blood-soaked clothing, but it wasn’t hard to imagine what we’d looked like before.

“Come sit down. Who has it worse?” Melony asked.

“Look Ash over,” Giancarlo said.

He yanked out a cigarette, and I grabbed it out of his hand. My fingers hurt like a bitch as I brought it to my mouth. I took a pull from it and coughed as the smoke entered my lungs. I handed it back to Giancarlo. I wanted to try it at least once.

“I’m going to get a shot or two, aren’t I?”

Melony looked me up and down. Her soft smile wasn’t reassuring. “Are you going to be a big baby like a certain someone?”

“Hey. I’m right here.” Giancarlo placed the cigarette between his lips. He moved next to me, getting as close as possible.

I leaned against him as Melony checked me over. She was thorough, and for the most part, I zoned out. It was impossible not to. The shots were quick, and I didn’t check back in until it was Giancarlo’s turn.

“At least your knuckles don’t need stitches. There’s a first for everything,” Melony said.

Gin smirked. “My boyfriend got me gloves so I won’t ruin my pretty hands.”

Boyfriend.I shot up and stared at Giancarlo. Was I hearing things now?

“Oh, it’s official?” Chelsea asked. She winked at me.

“It’s always been official. Ash has been mine since the day I brought him home. I picked him out— Oh, son of a bitch!”

Melony smiled, backing up with a syringe in her hand. “See? Not so bad. All done.”

“A little warning, doc,” Gin growled.

She shrugged. “I saw the opportunity, and I took it.”

I covered my mouth as I hid my laughter.

“Rest,” Melony said. She packed up her stuff as Chelsea helped her.

The only thing I wanted to do was crawl into the shower, wash away the filth, and pass out in bed.

“Nothing’s broken, thank goodness, but the bruises are only going to get worse. The pain pills are only going to do so much work.” Melony pointed at Giancarlo. “I don’t want to hear about you bungee jumping off bridges or some crap.”

I looked at Giancarlo. He shrugged as if what Melony said wasn’t absurd.

“I hear you, doc. I’ll be exerting my energy in other places, don’t worry.”

“Gin, some things I don’t want to know. Even doctors have limits.” Melony shook her head, passing over more stuff to Chelsea.

I hadn’t known they were together, but the little smiles and touches said otherwise. They were cute together.

“Oh, Gin, tell Benito I have those files on the Hayashis,” Chelsea said.

Giancarlo grunted in recognition. Chelsea and Melony headed out, leaving us alone.

“Are your brothers coming over?” I didn’t mind, but I just wanted it to be Gin and me right now.

He glanced down at me before snatching up his phone. He typed away on the screen. “Told them to come over tomorrow. Let them know nothing’s broken.”

I relaxed further into the couch cushion. “Who are the Hayashis?”

“You getting involved?”

Right, some things I didn’t need to know about. That and he probably still didn’t trust me. The thought made my stomach sour. I wrapped my arms around my midsection. I hope I gain his trust again soon.

“Hayashi Denji is a yakuza. A lieutenant to the Kotetsu-Kai Clan in New York.”

“Yakuza.” I sat up, staring at him. “They’re dangerous.”

Giancarlo fixed me with a look. His brows furrowed. “Ash.”

“Oh, right.” I rested back against the couch again. Giancarlo and his brothers were just as dangerous. Sometimes I forgot I was involved in the mafia. It wasn’t exactly something I thought about constantly.

Giancarlo laughed at me. “Am I not dangerous enough for you? You forgot the night already?”

No, but my entire life, I learned for the sake of my sanity not to hold onto certain memories. I either rolled with it and kept moving or was dragged down and chained to my despair. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for. It’s what I like about you.” Giancarlo kissed my temple. “That and your big ass dick.”

For a second there, he almost had me believing my Giancarlo was switched out for a fake. I nodded, but that last name seemed familiar. I knew for certain it was on one of the accounts I’d looked over. My brain was a mess, and attempting to remember every single account and finance sheet would drive me insane.

I let it go. If it came up again, I was certain I’d remember. “Do we have to move?”

Giancarlo grunted. “I’m all for falling asleep dirty.”

My nose scrunched up at the thought. “Never mind. I’m getting up, and we’re both showering.” There was blood still caked in my hair. I didn’t even want to go searching through Giancarlo’s. “Shower,” I demanded.

I pushed up from the couch, wavering on my feet as the world around me tilted slightly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I headed down the hallway, going toward my room. My legs were swept from under me, and my shoulder was pressed against Giancarlo’s chest. A yelp escaped before I knew what was happening. “Gin.”

“I told you there is no my room or your room anymore.” He took the steps with me in his arms.

“Okay, I can walk.”

“Not happening.”

The determined look on Gin’s face made me give up. With Gin, it was best to pick and choose your battles wisely. Him carrying me wasn’t a hard one to give in on.

We entered Giancarlo’s room, and I sucked in a breath. It smelled like him. I hadn’t been gone that long, but I’d missed something as simple as his scent. He put me down the moment we walked into the bathroom. No words passed between us as we undressed.

Giancarlo washed me, and I got the best show of my life watching him wash himself. “You should get Giancarlo tattooed right here.” His fingers dragged over my happy trail.

I blinked at him. He had to be insane… Oh yeah, he is.

“Only if you get Ash’s whore tattooed on your chest.”

“Consider it done.”

My jaw dropped as I stared at Giancarlo. He couldn’t be serious, right? I didn’t feel like asking. It would take too much brain power. Tomorrow I’d remember to ask him if he was just screwing around.

Water pelted down over us, soothing some of the soreness plaguing my body. Bruises were already forming all over. It was a strangely familiar sight. It used to send me into a tailspin or have panic riding my ass. There was still some anxiety. I doubted I’d ever be free of my trauma, but I mostly felt relaxed.

Giancarlo dropped down on his knees before me, pulling me from my head. “What are you doing?”

Giancarlo looked up at me, and my cock twitched. Damn. Gin turned me into an insatiable sex beast. Even beat up, exhausted, mentally fatigued, and emotionally drained, my cock ached for him.

“I’m on my groveling tour right now. First stop was the apology. Second stop, blow job city.”

“How can you even think about sex?”

His rough hands moved up and down my cock. Shock waves of pleasure worked their way through my body. Melony’s pain pills kept the aches away, but they gave room to the mind-numbing pleasure of desire. My cock reacted to his touches of its own accord.

“Are you really asking?” Giancarlo opened his mouth before I could answer. He encased my cock in wet heat.

My toes curled as I was drawn deeper down his throat. “Fuck.”

I was supposed to keep my hands out of the water, and Gin knew that. My fingers flexed behind me, twinging with a dull pain that only heightened the pleasure. I flexed forward, breathing shallowly as Giancarlo’s head bobbed up and down my length.

“Gin.” I had no idea what I wanted to say, but I needed more.

He hummed around my cock. It sent delicious shocks through my body. I moved to grab his head. I needed him to go harder. Giancarlo growled around my cock, and I nearly bent over in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Gin!”

He pulled back, my cock slipping from his mouth with an audible pop. “Hands stay back there. Can’t have the doc’s hard work being ruined.”

I wanted to scream it wasn’t enough, but my stupid tongue worked against me.

“You want more, huh?” Giancarlo teased, running his tongue over the head of my cock.

“Yes,” I dragged out.

He pulled back, a smile on his face as he shut the water off. “Got enough energy to plow my ass?”

There was no hesitation in my answer. “Yes.”

I followed him back to the bed like a well-trained puppy. No one could fault me, not when Giancarlo’s firm ass swayed as he crawled toward the pillows. My cock was already hard, and now it was leaking.

I grabbed the bottle of lube. Before I could squirt any out, Giancarlo took it from me.

“Your hands are bandaged.”

Oh, yeah. I watched, mesmerized, as he lubed up my cock and his ass. He parted his cheeks and held himself open for me. His hole practically begged for my cock the way it winked at me.

I moved closer like a man possessed. I pressed my cock against his entrance and sank in without hesitation. Euphoria rocked through me as tight heat clenched around my cock.

“Fuck, your dick is so big.” Giancarlo moved his hips, wordlessly begging for me to move.

I fucked Giancarlo like it was our last night, morning, whatever. I’d nearly lost him not once but twice. My hips snapped forward as the memories hit home. I reached out and wrapped my hands around Gin’s throat. The only time he could die was if I was dying with him.

“Ash, your fingers.”

I didn’t care. The pain was nothing but an afterthought as I squeezed my hands tighter. I pressed down hard as I rocked forward. His body squeezed my cock even more. I swore. I snapped forward, burying my cock deeper.

Giancarlo moaned, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head. Fuck, he was so gorgeous, and the way he took my cock made me want to scream how much I loved him.

Every time I was with Giancarlo, I lost track of everything. I was encompassed by lust and driven mad with want. This time was no different as I picked up the pace and fucked Giancarlo harder. The bed rocked with our motion as I continued to fuck him with everything I had.

My climax didn’t wait, even though I wasn’t ready for this to end. Giancarlo tightened around me, his moans vibrating against my hand before hot splashes of cum hit my torso. I glanced down, and it was my undoing seeing Giancarlo cum.

“I love you, Gin.” My hips stuttered as I filled his ass with cum.

I released Gin’s throat and leaned forward, bending him further in half as I brought our lips together in a kiss.

“Fuck, kid. You getting kinkier each time we fuck.”

I laughed against his lips. “There is so much I want to do to you, Giancarlo.”

A visible shiver wracked Gin’s tall, lean frame. “Where is my innocent boyfriend, and what have you done with him?”

“You destroyed that a long time ago.” I softened my features and relaxed against Giancarlo. “Please let me ruin your ass, sir.”

“Fuck.” Giancarlo’s head dropped to the pillows, his arm draped over his face.

Was that too far?

“Do whatever you want with me,” Giancarlo groaned.

I kissed his chest as I slowly slid out of his hole. I watched transfixed as my cum dripped out of him. The urge to shove my cock back inside burned deep in the pit of my stomach. Instead, I laid down next to him.

“What’s happening?” Gin asked. He turned toward me, pulling me closer.

My entire body was on fire in the best way. My cock was hard, and I wanted nothing more than to sink back into him. If I could, I’d fuck Giancarlo every day, all day. He’d probably like that.

“You’re never one and done, kid. My ass not good enough for you anymore?” Giancarlo joked, but there was concern in his eyes.

I huffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a moan as his hand wrapped around my cock. His fingers were rough. Scars and calluses marred the flesh. My hips flexed up, chasing after his touch. Pleasure rolled through me, begging me to give in and plunge into Giancarlo’s tight ass again.

“Ash,” Giancarlo groaned.

My stomach twisted and rolled. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, halting his movements. “Gin, I need to ask you something.”

“It sounds serious.”

For some people, it wasn’t. For me, it was something I both needed and wanted to do. I turned onto my side to face him as I tried to grasp courage from his gaze.

“I need you to take another one of my firsts.”

A slow smile formed on Giancarlo’s face. “I want all of them. If you dare give them to anyone else, I will blow this fucking city up.”

Dramatic, as always.A chuckle slipped free. I moved closer, pressing my hands on his chest. His face didn’t show it, but Giancarlo’s heart was racing as fast as mine.

“Can you top me?” My tongue ran over my lips as nerves built impossibly high inside of me. My entire life, my father had held my virginity over my head. I didn’t want anything else chaining me to that man. Even if it was this one time, there was no one else I would want to give myself to than Giancarlo.

“Fuck yes.” Giancarlo sat up, grabbing the bottle of lube. He moved between my legs. “Ash, if you want to stop, just say so, okay?”

For such an asshole, he was sweet when he wanted to be. I let out a sigh. “Okay.” I spread my legs a bit more, welcoming him in.

“You know I’d never hurt you,” Giancarlo said. He smirked at me as cool fingers touched my ass. “And I will never share you.”

My pulse sped up; they were simple words, but they meant everything to me. Gin knew exactly what I needed to hear. Those words, those assurances. Especially after my time with Able and his band of assholes.

“Do you understand me? I need more than a smile, Ash.” His finger rested against my asshole, lightly running circles on the sensitive flesh.

My toes curled. “Yes, sir.”

There was pressure before he pushed his finger inside. I tensed up instantly, my nerves winning out. The room swirled and darkened around me.

“Ash, look at me,” Gin demanded.

I hadn’t noticed my eyes had closed. I forced them open. I stared down at Giancarlo. With every second that passed, I could breathe a little easier. My body relaxed, letting Gin move inside of me.

It was a strange feeling, not nearly as terrifying as I’d made it. Soon he was adding another finger. There was a slight burn, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Gin’s fingers went still. Nerves twisted my insides. I didn’t make a face, did I?

“Gin?”

“Don’t worry. I’m not stopping.” His lips hovered over my cock. “Just going to help you a bit.” Giancarlo took my length in his mouth.

Pleasure rippled through me as my cock disappeared between his lips. I couldn’t watch him, or I was going to cum too quickly. His fingers moved inside of me again, adding to the ecstasy already coursing through my veins.

My breaths came out shaky as Giancarlo stretched my hole and sucked my cock.

“If you’re on your hands and knees, it will be easier,” Gin said.

I shook my head. “I need to see your face.”

He grinned like the loon he was. “I am a handsome god.”

Of course, that was what he thought. Gin moved up my body, and his cock nudged at my hole. My breath hitched. It was now or never. I stared down at our bodies for a long while before dragging my attention up to look into Gin’s eyes. There was so much there swirling around in the darkness of his gaze. I nodded, and he pushed forward.

The pressure and burn encompassed me, breaking my body out in small goosebumps.

“You’re so tight,” Gin moaned.

My mouth opened and closed with no words coming out as I felt unbearably full.

“I’m going to move, okay?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t ready. It was overwhelming already. I knew if he moved, I’d fall apart. Giancarlo pressed his forehead to mine, grounding me more than any words could have. Taking my time, I breathed and let myself adjust to his cock, which wasn’t small by any means. Slowly, I relaxed.

“Okay,” I finally said.

Giancarlo moved back, leaving too much space between us. His cock slowly slid out of me. I could feel every single movement as he rocked back in. Tingles of pleasure trickled up my spine.

This felt different than any time we were wrapped in each other’s arms. Our eyes locked, and I swore our souls melted together. Everything felt right. I wrapped my arms around Giancarlo’s neck and pulled him down the rest of the way. My legs crossed around his waist, holding him tight. I wanted to stay with him forever. Was that too much to ask for?

“I love you, Ash,” Giancarlo whispered.

My breath hitched. Hearing him say it again brought a fresh wave of tears. Gin kissed both of my eyes. “I love you too. So much.”

Giancarlo kissed my cheeks and worked his way to my mouth. Our tongues met in a slow, intimate kiss. It was a stark contrast to the burning inferno pumping through my veins. It felt as if, any second, I would burn alive with need.

“Mine. You’re all mine.”

I nodded, unable and unwilling to argue with him. I’d be his forever if he wanted.

“More, Gin. Please.”

He moved a little faster, sinking deeper into my body. Gin shifted slightly, and his cock hit my prostate. Pleasure slammed into me all at once. My back arched off the bed slightly. A moan dragged its way free as I lost myself in bliss.

Giancarlo continued to hit the bundle of nerves inside of me until I swore I saw stars. He worked his hand between our bodies. His calloused fingers brushed against my cock, and it was the end of me before I knew what was happening. I pressed the heel of my feet into his ass as my orgasm stole my breath away.

Colors sparked behind my eyelids as bliss blanketed me in warmth.

“You still alive?” Giancarlo asked.

I forced an eye open and stared at him. He had a huge smile on his face. I pulled him close as his cock slipped out of my ass. There was a warm sensation inside of me that I oddly enjoyed. I hummed in reply as fatigue dragged me down further. Sleep. I just wanted to sleep.

Giancarlo pulled me flush against his body and draped the covers over both of us. “I feel a little empty. When you wake up, stuff your cock inside of me again.”

I’d laugh if I had the energy, but I also knew he was serious. “Yes, sir.” My words slurred the drowsier I became.

No one would ever love me like Giancarlo.

* * *

“Coffee? Tea? Water?”I asked.

Benito sat down across from Giancarlo.

“You don’t have to do that,” Gin said.

I smiled down at him. “It’s fine.”

“Whiskey, any kind Gin has in the kitchen,” Benito said.

“Coffee,” Enzo said.

“Water for me,” Tex added.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll have tea,” Gin said with a smile. “Thank you.”

Everyone was there. I was surprised Gin’s brothers had waited the five days he’d asked for. We’d slept most of that time with sprinkled-in sex. It would have been more if Benito hadn’t walked into the house and announced that he was there. My libido had done a nosedive, unlike Giancarlo, who’d wanted to go again.

No surprise, I got the insane brother.

I headed back into the living room, handing each of them their drinks as Gin and Benito talked. I plopped back down next to Gin. His arm went around me, pulling me closer until not even a piece of paper could fit between us.

“Yeah, I know. Lay low,” Gin said.

Benito pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gin, I’m serious. That cleanup at the warehouse was messy. It’s a good thing no one misses that asshole. He shit on a lot of people.”

“What about the hospital?” I asked.

Benito leaned back on the couch. “The wife was apparently a shareholder. The board agreed to continue with the contract. We’re a go on the project.” He pointed at Gin with his cigarette. “You go and smooth things over with the wife.”

“No,” I said, my throat tightening at the thought of Giancarlo being around a woman he’d once slept with. Benito cocked a brow at me, but I wasn’t going to back down.

“Well, you heard my man, I can’t. Sorry, bro, but you know what they say: happy boyfriend, fantastic sex.”

“No one says that,” Enzo piped in.

“They should.” Tex laughed.

“He has work to do,” Benito cut in, his heavy gaze never wavering from me.

I nodded. “I understand, but he isn’t going near her.” I hadn’t met Weston’s wife, and I never wanted to. If I saw her, I might end up doing something crazy. I didn’t know what, but shoving her out of a moving car sounded appealing.

“You’re so hot when you’re jealous over me.” Giancarlo pulled me onto his lap. Our lips met in a familiar dance that made my soul cry out in joy.

“You two do know we’re still here, right?” Tex asked.

“Fuck off already,” Giancarlo groaned against my lips.

A laugh bubbled free, and I pulled free. “Sorry.” I attempted to slide off Gin’s lap, but he held me steady.

“Sit.” Giancarlo patted my head. “Stay. See? I even have him trained.”

This motherfucker.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you cry tonight.”

The room went eerily silent. A pen could drop, and it would sound like a bowling ball. The realization of what had come out of my mouth and the fact that Gin’s brothers were in the room burrowed through me. Fuck. I meant for that to be an inside thought.

“Wait a fucking minute.” Tex looked between us, his bright blue eyes widening with every pass. “Holy shit! Gin is the bottom.”

“Tex,” Gin growled.

Tex shook his head, laughing. “I have to tell Chelsea this.” His phone was already out, his fingers swiftly moving over the screen.

Benito tossed back the rest of his whiskey. “Some things I don’t want to know about my brothers.”

Heat flooded my face. “Gin, I’m sorry.”

He glanced down at me, and the corners of his mouth dipped further. “Now you have to fuck me twice as hard after this.”

Enzo grabbed Tex and pulled him close. “Many people would think you were the top, but you spread your legs for me.”

Tex sputtered as he jammed his phone in his pocket. “Really? You had to go there?”

Enzo shrugged, a small smile on his lips as he stood up for his brother. It made me happy seeing the way he stood up for Gin.

Giancarlo relaxed next to me, laughing. “I take it like a real man.”

“I bet you’re one of those twinks with a huge cock,” Tex muttered.

My face couldn’t get any hotter. Why are we talking about my dick? I wanted to bury myself under Giancarlo.

“And that is my cue to leave,” Benito said. He stood buttoning his suit. “Both of you have two weeks off of work. Giancarlo, you have a few meetings to attend. This hospital is going to put us front and center. I want more projects.”

Thank goodness for Benito getting everything back on track.

“Ugh, can’t you send Enzo?” Giancarlo and Benito both looked at Enzo.

I got a feeling it was a no. Enzo wasn’t exactly a people person. Although I’d been around him a handful of times, he wasn’t someone people naturally gravitated toward.

“Nevermind. I can take my secretary to some of these meetings, right?”

Benito shook his head as he headed toward the door. “No, I’m certain he was the reason you were disheveled and late to the last board meeting.”

Fuck my life. “It won’t happen again, Mr. Vitale.”

Benito looked at Giancarlo before his hard gaze landed back on me. “Benito is fine. This neanderthal is keeping you.”

Again, it sounded like I was a pet and not a person. However, I was pretty sure I’d just gotten closer to the boss of the Vitales, so I wasn’t going to push it. “Thank you, Benito.”

“Okay, now that’s taken care of, back to my question,” Tex said.

“Tex, are you thinking about another man’s cock?” There was an edge to Enzo’s voice that sent tendrils of fear racing down my back.

I scooted closer to Giancarlo out of habit.

“You know what, never mind. I’m going to go sit in the car and buy Pen a new toy online.” Tex was out of the house in seconds.

Enzo slapped his hand over Giancarlo’s shoulder. “Call me later.” He stepped toward the door. “Not after or during sex, Giancarlo. I don’t want to hear it.”

“It might spice up your relationship,” Gin shot back.

Enzo flipped him off. The door slammed shut behind him.

Once again, it was just us. I picked up the remaining glasses. Only Enzo had used a coaster.

“Leave it. We can do it later. You have responsibilities to attend to,” Giancarlo said.

“Like what?” I just knew it would be something utterly stupid.

“Fucking me into a coma. Now come on.” His phone dinged, and he pulled it free. Gin groaned, tossing his phone on the couch.

“What?”

I glanced over at the screen, and a message from Chelsea was there.

Chelsea: Chaotic bottom energy. Should have put a bet on it.

I coughed, covering up my laughter.

“Are you laughing at me?”

I batted my lashes. “No, sir.”

“You little shit.”

I ran, my laughter filling the house as Giancarlo gave chase. It was freeing.

I am free!