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Killed a man

작가: Ade ife
last update 게시일: 2026-03-17 20:48:58

I was actually surprised Enzo let me leave the house without any guards trailing me. Just me, alone, sitting at the far end of a club on the opposite side of the city from his territory or the one he owned. Excitement bubbled through my veins like cheap champagne on an empty stomach.

It had been weeks since I felt this kind of freedom. The bass thumped through the floorboards, vibrating up my legs, settling heavy between my thighs. The air smelled of sweat, spilled liquor, and cheap cologne. B
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  • You're mine, brother.   Not paid for

    Hii, my lovely peeps! 🥹💕 Happy Sunday! I hope y’all are having an amazing day.I can’t believe we’re almost at the end of this book. 😭 Part of me wishes I could make it longer, but every story has to come to an end eventually.I did think about writing a Book 2, but it would focus a lot more on the mafia side of things and their relationship. I’m not sure if that’s something you’d all be interested in, so let me know what you think!Alsoooo… I have to ask. Would y’all be interested in a Sebastian/Vito book, or do y’all hate my pookies? 🥹😂Come talk to me in the comments! I really want to hear your thoughts. Don’t leave me hanging! 🥰💕Remember: They are only a villain if you never heard from their side!

  • You're mine, brother.   When we get

    Lorenzo POV.Levi still won’t tell me the full story between him, Sebastian, and Vito. I can’t tell if Sebastian keeps dropping Vito’s name because he’s obsessed with me… or because he’s trying to get under my skin on purpose.I knew Levi was friends with Vito from the start. I’m the underboss for a reason — nothing happens in this city without me finding out. But what I can’t wrap my head around is how Sebastian managed to convince Vito to call Levi in the first place. The whole thing was designed to make it look like Levi was meeting the enemy behind my back.Even if I somehow misunderstood the relationship between them… no one really knows how far my obsession with my stepbrother goes. If they did, they would understand why I almost chose the simpler option: lock him up and never let him see daylight again. Instead of letting the distance grow. What makes them think I’d ever let Levi go? I stepped out of the door and headed toward the driveway. The gate opened just as I reached

  • You're mine, brother.   After you're dead.

    Levi POV.“What the hell were you even looking at to get stabbed like this?” I asked, voice tight with panic as I carefully cleaned the deep cut on his forearm. Blood kept seeping through the gauze no matter how firm I pressed.Enzo hissed but still managed a smirk. “I don't know but if there is one thing I'm sure of… it's the fact you ain’t topping me again.”I paused, looking up at him with a raised brow. “Why? Your male ego get crushed? Or should I say your ass?”“Fuck you,” he muttered, cheeks flushing despite the pain.I leaned in closer, tying off the bandage with a slow, deliberate tug. “You can.”Enzo’s eyes narrowed, but the heat in them was unmistakable. “You’re seriously joking right now while I’m bleeding?”“You’re not bleeding anymore,” I corrected softly, pressing a clean cloth over the bandaged cut just to be sure. My hands were steadier than my voice. “And yes. Because if I don’t joke, I’m going to lose my shit over the fact that someone put a knife in you.”He looked

  • You're mine, brother.   Troubles

    Lorenzo POV.Moral lesson: never fight with a sore ass. Speaking from experience.“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard,” I growled through gritted teeth, pressing my palm against the deep gash on my forearm. Blood seeped between my fingers, warm and sticky. My other arm wasn’t much better. Those pieces of shit had gotten far too many hits in because I was moving like a damn cripple — too slow, too distracted by the constant burn in my ass and thighs.Sebastian shot me a sideways glance from the driver’s seat, jaw tight. “Do you have a leg injury or something? You were sluggish as hell back there.”“How about you mind your own fucking business?” I snapped, wincing as the car hit a small bump.Sebastian let out a harsh laugh, clearly done with my shit. “How about you stop mixing business with pleasure? You almost got us both killed tonight because some guy mentioned your boy toy. It wasn’t like he was lying in the first place.”“Levi isn’t with Vito,” I bit out, staring out the window.

  • You're mine, brother.   Boy toy

    Lorenzo POV.I can’t fucking sit.Every step sends a sharp reminder through my body, a deep, aching throb that makes me want to snarl. I’ve been pacing the warehouse like a caged animal for the last twenty minutes, jaw tight, hands clenched at my sides.Sebastian glances up from the crates he’s sorting, irritation clear on his face. “Is there a reason you’re pacing around like a fucking lunatic? We’ve got a delivery in twenty.”“I don’t feel like sitting,” I snapped, harsher than I meant to.I would rather die than admit the real reason.Never in my miserable fucking life did I think I’d let anyone top me — let alone let Levi ruin me the way he did. I was supposed to be the one in control. The underboss. The ruthless one. And yet that bastard had me bent over, crying, begging like some desperate slut by the end of the night.How the fuck did I let that happen?Because I’m a lovesick idiot, that’s how. One smirk from Levi, one low “baby” in that voice, and I folded like a cheap suit. H

  • You're mine, brother.   Freight train

    Levi POV.“Yeah, we’re good. You okay?” I asked, pressing the phone to my ear as I leaned against the kitchen counter.Mom immediately launched into it, her voice bright with that familiar excitement that always made me smile. “I’m perfect! I got new books yesterday — you know that little bookstore on Maple? They had this new book in their series, 'I'm not yours, vito' and two thrillers I’ve been waiting for. I stayed up way too late yesterday.”I could practically see her curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, legs tucked under her. It was cute.“Is he there?” she asked suddenly, shifting topics like she always did. “Enzo, I mean.”I had to bite back a laugh. “Still asleep.”“Strange,” she mused. “He’s usually up before the sun. That boy runs on caffeine and vengeance.”Well, thanks to me, he couldn’t even walk properly this morning.The memory hit me hard — Enzo’s wrecked voice begging, his fingers clawing at the sheets, that perfect mix of rage, pride, and desperation as I fucke

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