“Fuck, my hands are ruined.” Gin glared my way, but I saw no issue.

We stood up, and Gin caught the eye of one of the men standing in the back. He had his hands wrapped in the next second as I contemplated what I should do to the woman who’d been too cozy with Tex.

They’d touched each other in a familiar way that grated on my nerves. Only I should be allowed to touch him, to draw out whatever reaction I wanted.

“You have crazy eyes right now,” Gin said, holding his cut hands together. “I have to get glued because of you.”

I stared at him for a long while, and he sighed.

“It was a bad thing to attack me, Enzo.” He shook his head, chastising me like I was a child. “Your new fixation is dangerous.”

My brows dipped. Was I truly fixated on Tex already? Had he grabbed so much of my attention before I knew it?

“You tried to kill me all because I said the man was cute.” Giancarlo raised his bandaged hands. “Don’t start your bullshit with me. Benito will have both of our asses.”

I didn’t put it past my brother. He’d lock us up and toss the key into the river if we went too far.

“You have this under control?”

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.

Gin looked skeptical, looking at his hands and then at me. “Yeah, I don’t believe that shit. Maybe someone else—” His words died off as he met my gaze.

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.