Take Me Apart
Contents (10)
TAKE ME APART
VITALE BROTHERS
BOOK 1
BREA ALEPOÚ
SKYLER SNOW
CONTENTS
Warning and Triggers
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
Authors Note
About Brea Alepoú
Also by Brea Alepoú
About Skyler Snow
Also by Skyler Snow
Take Me Apart copyrighted © 2022 Brea Alepoú & Skyler Snow
This is a work of fiction and is for mature audiences only. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronically or mechanical, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder.
Cover Artist: Cosmic letterz Charli
Editor: Kate
Formatting Brea Alepoú
WARNING AND TRIGGERS
Triggers:
Death, violence, detailed torture, Parental abuse, parental neglect, former drug abuse, mild knife play, light dub-con.
Author’s Note:
The mention of autism in this book is not indicative of ALL people with autism nor is it a way to vilify them. My writing partner has based the character on me and my attributes. Neither of us are mental health professionals so let’s just stow that before it starts, kay? Kay! This is a work of fiction. Neither of us are cops and know how they work besides the research that was performed. Happy reading!
Please note, we are not experts on the mafia lifestyle. The purpose of this book is for romance entertainment only. This is a work of fiction. Enjoy your time out of reality.
My heart squeezed in my chest as my lungs tightened. The fuzzy dizziness that filled my brain made my fingers feel numb. Still, I kept my gun poised, my back straight, and my feet planted. The cool October air was filled with an electric charge as if, everything would go up in a blaze at any moment.
“Steady,” Rourke mumbled beside me.
“I’m calm,” I muttered back.
He nodded. “You take the back. I’ll take the front.”
We split apart without another word. I swept to the left, and he made his way up the front steps. We’d chased the perp a good six blocks before he ducked into this house, but now everything was quiet. Too damn quiet. We weren’t exactly in an upscale part of town, yet there wasn’t a baby crying, a tv blaring, or a radio going. It was as if the entire house had fallen into a pit of nothingness. My stomach turned.
Fuck. Only god knows what we’re going to find in there.