Gin threw his hands up. “Nobody knows how to have any fun around here.”

“We clearly have very different definitions of fun.” I shoved Chelsea’s box on top. She made herself scarce, not used to Benito’s withering gazes. It still got to me sometimes, but I felt safe because of Enzo. “I think we’re almost done.”

Benito grunted. “And you’re sure this is the right decision for you two?”

I nodded, meeting his gaze head-on. “Yeah. I love him. I don’t want to be anywhere else but with him.”

Giancarlo awwed. “You two are disgusting together.”

“Now you sound like Chelsea.” I grinned.

He grinned right back. “Don’t break my brother’s fucking heart, or I’ll rip yours out while you watch.”

Cold shot through me. I blinked. Giancarlo was still smiling, looking just as carefree and laid back as before. Did I make that up? Did he actually say that?

“I feel the same way,” Benito added, and I knew I hadn’t misheard a damn thing. “What do you plan to do now? I don’t want another freeloader bringing him down.”

“Enzo and I have talked about things. When he’s feeling one hundred percent, and I’m not having nightmares of my partner’s head being turned into a red pulp, I’ll look into school again. I’ll find something I want to do.”

“Sorry about that,” Gin said. “We might have anger issues.”

“Might?”

“Okay, fine,” he groaned. “We definitely have anger issues.”

I shook my head. He was right about that. Not one Vitale seemed to be able to control their tempers. Even Enzo, who could be very level-headed, had a monster simmering under his skin, waiting to be released.

“We better get back to it before Enzo thinks we’re torturing you,” Benito said.

I nodded. As we walked to the door, I stopped with the knob still in my hand. I turned back toward them.

“You two know he’s autistic, right?”

“We don’t talk about it,” Benito muttered. “The way our family back home is—”

“One hundred percent.” Giancarlo laughed. “Known it since forever. We’re so used to it I think we honestly forget.”

“We don’t talk about it,” Benito repeated, giving Gin a pointed glare. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying!” Gin shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“According to us. Not to the rest of the family.”

“Right.” Giancarlo scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter.    Enzo’s just Enzo. We love him, same as you.”

“Not the same,” Benito clarified.

I grinned between the two of them. Benito almost seemed jealous. It made sense; I’d come out of nowhere and stolen his little brother from him. I wanted to tell Benito I was never going to hurt him, but my words didn’t mean shit. All I could do was show him.