Paid In Full

PAID IN FULL VITALE BROTHERS BOOK 2 BREA ALEPOÚ SKYLER SNOW CONTENTS Note Warning and Triggers Prologue 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 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Epilogue Authors’ Note Skyler Snow Brea Alepoú Also by Skyler Snow Also by Brea Alepoú Paid in Full copyrighted © 2023 WOLFE INK 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 Thank you for reading the next installment in the Vitale Brother’s series. As always this is a work of fiction. Neither of us has special knowledge about the mafia beyond the research that has been performed. Giancarlo: Yeah so sit back, relax, and read the damn book. Keep some water nearby. It’s pretty f-ing hot. ;) WARNING AND TRIGGERS Triggers: Death, violence, detailed torture, mention of child abuse, mention of past CSA, past neglect. If any of this is possibly triggering for you please do no continue. Please note, the purpose of this book is for romance entertainment only. This is a work of fiction. Enjoy your time out of reality. The sound of my hammer cracking against skull was loud. Bone broke, and bits of brain and blood stuck to my instrument. I turned it around toward me, frowning at the mess of skin and hair clumped onto the metal. I sucked my teeth. “Damn, my favorite hammer.” “It’s a hammer. How much can it really be damaged?” Benito asked. “Look, she’s flaking!” I pointed out, spinning the hammer around and showing it to him. “See? Right there! Skull fragments are terrible for hammers.” The man on the ground coughed out blood, his whole body trembling. I scrunched up my nose as the distinct smell of piss filled the air. “Will you fucking die already?” I groaned. I brought the hammer down once more. The vibration of steel against bone ran up my arm, making it tingle. I love that sensation. Nothing compared to the way it felt to hit something with Silvy. “Will you finish this up?” Benito asked. “I’ve got things to do, and so do you.” Enzo dragged a body and dropped it on the ground. “Fucking hurry up. I have things to do too. You’re playing around.” I groaned. “You’re both boring as hell.” So what if I liked playing with my food? It wasn’t every day that I could get the release I was looking for. One that shook the deepest parts of me. Usually, I was forced to keep it all in check and deal with the boring shit Benito assigned me to do. Not right now, though. Sweet freedom. I crashed the hammer into the man’s head one last time, and he stopped twitching. Panting, I stood up and twirled Silvy in my hand. Three bodies were piled up, each needing to be broken down and disposed of. Enzo and Benito had already started, which left the last one for me. “Clothes,” Enzo said, snapping his fingers. “You’re a mess, and I need to destroy those.” I looked down at my blood and brain-stained suit. “You know we’re disposing of bodies here, right? Things are going to get messier.” “I’m having a cleaning crew brought in.” Benito shook his phone at me. “Give him the clothes. You have new ones on the way.” Great. As much as I loved my brothers, I wanted to kill them sometimes. Enzo was being impatient as always, but it was enhanced by the fact he had a tall, big-chested, sexy boyfriend at home. I’d kill for someone to be waiting for me. When I went home, the only thing that greeted me was silence. Benito working me overtime was a godsend at times. It was better than wandering around my empty house. Alone. “Are you good?” Benito asked. I gazed over at him and nodded. “Yeah. I’m good,” I said, my tone more clipped than I wanted it to be. I cleared my throat. “Guess I’m just tired. I still have that meeting.” “Yes, I know,” Benito said, taking my clothes as I stripped and passing them over to Enzo. “It shouldn’t take too long. You can go home and get some rest soon.” “Yeah. Great.” Benito peered at me more carefully. I turned away from him as quickly as I could. My older brother was entirely too good at reading me. I didn’t want him to see me when I was feeling vulnerable. When I turned around, Enzo was carrying my hammer off. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?” “Cleaning it,” he said flatly. “Do you want to do it?” “I want your hands off Silvy. That’s what I want!” I snatched her away. “I can clean her up.” Enzo pulled a face. “The fact that you named a stupid hammer…” “You’re a stupid hammer!” “Enough!” Benito snapped. “What are you, five?” he asked me. “Stop. Get your shit together and go figure out what’s going on with our bid.” I frowned. “Already did that. Weston’s still figuring out who to choose for the construction contract. I’ve tried to talk to him about it a few times, but the annoying fuck likes dangling it over everyone’s heads. Bet it