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“Enzo, make a sound if you need me to come over.”

Seconds ticked by, and Giancarlo didn’t rush me. I needed someone. Tex was passed out, and he was bound to make things worse. I closed my eyes and grunted.

“Already on my way.”

I hadn’t even noticed the sounds of the engine in the background.

“Do you need a clean-up?” Gin asked.

I shook my head and remembered he couldn’t see me. Forcing myself to speak felt like glass scrapping over my tongue. “No.” It was a simple word, yet it took me what felt like forever to say it.

“Okay, good.”

Giancarlo stayed on the line with me the entire time. Talking about who knows what. My mind wandered, but no matter where it went, I always kept my gaze on Tex.

Even at this moment, he was all I obsessed over. Time ticked by, and I slowly moved from my spot and over to the guest bed. I grabbed the cover, but instead of yanking it over Tex’s body, I tossed it to the ground.

“Enzo!” Gin shouted, his voice echoing in my home. “Well, aren’t you a cutie?”

His voice got louder as he grew closer to the guest room. Gin opened the door with Pen in his arms. His gaze instantly dropped to Tex, and I moved toward him.

Gin put the cat down and raised his hands. “I’m not making a move on him. I’m just checking.” Gin audibly swallowed. “He still alive?”

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Want to come out?”

I shook my head, knowing it was ridiculous that I couldn’t talk like I normally could. “I… I want him upstairs.” Each word was a little easier than the one before.

Giancarlo didn’t question me and grabbed the discarded blanket. He tossed it at me. “Cover your man. The last thing I need is you cutting off one of my fingers because I touched his skin.”

I nodded my appreciation and rolled Tex up. He groaned but was still out cold. Gin and I carried him upstairs, Pen on our heels the entire way up. We laid Tex down on the bed, and I instantly started cleaning him up.

Gin left the room, and I was glad he was giving me the time I needed. I went about making sure I took care of Tex. Bruises were already forming on his hips, and bite marks on his chest and neck.

Once he was all cleaned up, I pulled the blanket up. Pen hopped on the bed next to his owner. I took Tex’s wrists and uncuffed them. I kissed him, wishing I could wake him and say something, but I was more likely to take him again and again until all he could think and feel was me.

I headed downstairs once I was cleaned and dressed.

“Want to talk about why there is a cop passed out in your bed with your cum leaking out of his ass?” Gin asked.

My shoulders tightened, and I glared at my brother.

He shrugged. “I had a few sugar-coated options, but let’s be real, Enzo. You’re essere stupido.”

“I know.” I couldn’t deny it, but there was no way around it.

“You know what you have to do.”

I shook my head. “He’s mine.”

“Enzo—”

“Gin, lui è il mio tutto.”

Giancarlo looked ready to strangle me, but even that wouldn’t change what was happening. “Cazzate!”

It wasn’t bullshit; Tex was something more. When I was with him, I nearly felt whole. I wasn’t constantly trying to decipher everything around me. He made things easier. Of course, he made them just as complicated as well, but complicated was my life.

“He is nothing more than a fixation,” Gin stressed.

I stepped toward my brother, meeting his gaze head-on. Gin groaned and tossed his arms up, bowing out of our silent battle of wills.

“Benito isn’t going to like this,” Gin said.

“What am I not going to like?” Benito asked, stepping through my door.