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I'm not yours, Vito. Poison
Vito’s POVOne day, I’m going to kill Lorenzo.“Tell your brother to take his hand off mine.” Lorenzo’s voice was low and sharp. The knife in his grip caught the sunlight, flashing once as he angled it toward me. No wonder Sebastian was so wrapped up in him. A man couldn’t act that possessive and expect the other not to feel something in return.“Vito.” Matteo’s warning came quiet but hard.I lifted both hands in lazy surrender, still smiling. “Relax. He’s a big guy. He can handle himself. He doesn’t need his brother dearest hovering every second.”Lorenzo turned back toward Matteo, pulling Sebastian firmly against his side like he was claiming territory. “I think you’re forgetting who has the bigger reach here. If your brother so much as lays a finger on anyone from my organization…” He let the threat hang, unfinished and clear.I watched Matteo’s jaw tighten. He never handled threats well, but right now we were the ones at a disadvantage and he knew it.“Vito means no harm,” Matteo
I'm not yours, Vito. Young Sebastian
Sebastian- Age 14“Where do you think you’re going?”My whole body locked up the second I heard his voice. Pure terror shot through me so hard my knees almost gave out. Papa stood in the doorway, face already twisted with that familiar rage.His eyes swept over the bags we had packed—everything we owned that was worth carrying. Food. A change of clothes. The few things Mama had managed to hide from him over the months.“Oh God, please have mercy,” Mama started crying immediately, the words tumbling out in a broken rush. She always begged first. It never helped.Papa laughed. It was a low, ugly sound. He stepped inside and slowly unfastened his wristwatch, setting it on the counter like he was getting ready for work.“You’re trying to run away?”“No…” My voice came out thin. “The trash. I’m taking out the trash.”He looked at me. “Where’s the trash?”I had nothing. The bags were too full, too obvious. There was no trash bag in my hands.“Papa…”“The only thing that can save you right n
I'm not yours, Vito. Young Sebastian
Sebastian – Age 14I’m not clean. I need to get clean, I kept scrubbing my body over and over again until I was red and skin was leaking blood but somehow I can still feel her disgusting touch on me. “Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” I gripped my hair tightly, forcing her voice away. I hate it. I hate being pretty, I hate being anything. I don’t want them to touch me. I don’t want their hands on my body or private.She does things I hate and my body keeps reacting to it. How do I stop it? “I hate her”. I cried out loud, tossing the washcloth hard against the wall. Why does papa keep taking me to that lousy place? I don’t like those women, they keep putting their hands on me in ways I hate more than anything.“Seb..”. Mama called gently from the other side of the door, I shrink back in fear. I don’t like her anymore. “Will you please speak to me?” She cried. That’s all she ever does, even when those monsters drag me away. All she does is cry, she doesn’t help me. “I’m sorry”
I'm not yours, Vito. Unwanted
Vito’s POVI tried to hide my smile as I played with the curl of my gun under the table, my eyes locked on my kitten. Isn’t he just cute? Sebastian stood protectively behind his stepbrother, Lorenzo, while the rest of us went through the motions of a business proposal. I was already certain it would collapse. Lorenzo was too hotheaded, and my brother bowed to no one except our father. The whole meeting was a waste of time.I sat beside Matteo, pretending to listen and failing completely. Their voices blurred into background noise.All I could see was him.Come on, I thought, staring hard enough to burn. Don’t be a coward.Look at me.Sebastian’s jaw tightened.For a long moment he kept his eyes fixed somewhere over Lorenzo’s shoulder, pretending I didn’t exist. The little coward. I dragged the tip of my finger slowly along the curve of the gun under the table, patient, almost fond.Then, finally, he looked.Just a flick of those dark eyes—quick, sharp, furious. There he was. My kitte
I'm not yours, Vito. Young Sebastian
Sebastian – Age 12There are strange men coming out of mama’s room and she won’t stop crying and screaming. Papa wasn’t hitting her this time. Why is she crying again? As usual, I sat in the far corner of the living room. Two men came out of mom’s room, both adjusting their belts as they smiled happily before handing papa some cash. Today five men came.I can count them now. Mama teaches me numbers when Papa isn’t home. We have to hide the little book in the bottom of the trash bin so he doesn’t find it and get angry. She promised she would teach me the alphabet next. She even smiled a little when she said it.But Papa came home early and ruined her mood. Now she won’t talk to me for days. By the time she feels soft enough to play or teach again, he’ll be back. Then he’ll grab her by the hair and drag her into the bedroom while she tries not to make too much noise.It really hurts, being dragged by the hair.I know because I tried pulling my own once, just to see. My eyes watered ri
I'm not yours, Vito. Any opportunity
Vito’s POV Now isn’t this just interesting? Our one and only biggest rival, Sebastian King, was right here in my territory. Not just in my fucking territory—I had dry-humped him into the dirt and made him come so hard he was still dazed under me. “Sebastian?” I called, half-laughing, wanting to make sure it was actually him and not some evil twin. Not that he needed one. He was already evil enough on his own. For a second he just lay there, chest heaving, the aftershocks still running through him. Then the fog cleared. His eyes sharpened. Rage flooded in. “Get the fuck off me, you son of a bitch!” Before I could answer, his fist slammed into the side of my face. The impact cracked through my skull and knocked me sideways into the leaves. I tasted blood almost instantly. Sebastian shoved himself up, still shaking, still wrecked from what I’d just done to him, but pure venom in every line of his body. I sat there on the dirt with a smirk on my lips. “We don’t see this
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