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Maybe it was the pure rage coursing through my veins or the need to kill, but Gin dropped the idea of switching me out as soon as he looked at me.

“You have to be careful. Benito isn’t going to like this.”

I knew that, and nothing would come of Tex. “I need to get him out of my system.”

Gin’s head tilted to the right as he stared at the ceiling. “You could kill him.”

I’d explained why that was a bad idea already, but now the thought of killing Tex made my stomach sour. I wouldn’t be opposed to having him on a table and cutting into him but killing him made my neck itch.

“I’m not done with him.”

“Of course not.” Gin shrugged and turned away from me. “Don’t fuck up.”

I never did, but I hadn’t fixated on someone in a long time, either. The last person was six feet in the ground and scattered all over Morningside park.

It won’t happen again.I was different, and Tex… was different.

“Sorry,” I blurted out.

I knew hurting family went against everything we stood for. Giancarlo and Benito were the only constants that I had. Even playing with Tex couldn’t come between us. My brother was annoying and knew how to get under my skin, but he was my brother. I’d do anything for him and Benito.

Gin turned and aimed a big dopey grin my way as if I hadn’t cut him at all. He marched back to my side and ruffled my hair like he’d done so many times when we were kids.

“Got a little closer than usual. Better luck next time.”

We might talk about killing each other and even inflict a few wounds, but deep down, nothing in this world could tear us apart. It was why we were one of the most formidable families in New York.

I grunted, slapping his bleeding hands away. “You’re getting me dirty.”

Gin laughed and let his hands drop. “You like blood.”

I shook my head. “Not yours. Make sure you go get it checked and properly cleaned.”

Gin waved me off. “They aren’t that deep.”

Our gazes locked as I contemplated taking him to the hospital myself. My brother was more likely to do the bare minimum wound care and would end up suffering for it later.

“Shouldn’t you go check on the cop?” Gin asked, knowing how to distract me.

I bit the inside of my cheek. “After we go to the clinic.”

Gin shook his head. “You know how I feel about those places. The smell of bleach and death in the air.” A visible shudder wrecked his tall, muscular frame. “Not going.”

“I’ll call the doc, and she will meet us at your place.”

Gin looked ready to argue with me, but I wasn’t letting him. I might be the youngest of the three of us, but I was far more responsible than Gin.

“Where are you two headed?” Benito’s voice cut through the club’s music.

Gin winked at me, and I shut my mouth as he answered for the both of us. “Cut myself, headed home.”

“You’re going to let a doctor look at it,” Benito said, leaving no room for Giancarlo to argue.

“Doctor this, doctor that. I’ll be fine,” Gin said.

“Enzo, make sure this idiot gets checked over and patched up.”

I nodded, glad Benito didn’t ask how it happened. He turned on his heels and headed toward his office.