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.

Throbbing. It was all I could feel at first. And then a weight on my chest, the feeling of Enzo’s soft sheets, and a blanket on top of me. I forced my eyes to open.

“Meow!”

Penelope yelled in my face. I groaned, rolling over until he hopped off of me. With the weight on my chest gone, I could breathe easier. I’m back in Enzo’s room. My mind was jumbled until I remembered what Enzo had done.

The throbbing in my body intensified as I pictured every moment from earlier. I didn’t even know how long earlier was, but I could still taste blood on Enzo’s kisses and feel his cock claiming me again and again.

I climbed out of bed, stopping as soon as the floor squeaked. When Enzo didn’t come rushing in, I kept moving. I rooted around in the drawer and found my clothes.

“We’ve got to get out of here, Pen,” I muttered. “For real this time. I’m not staying.”

My job was waiting; my career and future were on the line. If I stayed with Enzo, I would be throwing all of that in the trash. I walked to the bedroom door, my heart racing as I cracked it open.

“What the fuck are you thinking?”

“I know what I’m doing,” Enzo replied.

“Do you? Didn’t I remind you of what happens when you think you have shit under control?” The man snapped, slipping into rapid-fire Italian I couldn’t understand. “Where is he?”