All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Levi pov “I don’t get why I have to learn this,” I complained again as Enzo placed the ear covers over my ears and handed me the gun. We were in what looked like a basement shooting range — their private weapon room. The walls were lined with guns, knives, and weapons I’d never seen before. It felt like stepping into a war zone.“It’s for your safety,” Enzo said calmly, standing right behind me.“You’re not man enough to protect me?” I taunted, glancing over my shoulder.Enzo opened his mouth, then closed it. For once, he had nothing to say. I couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at my lips. First time I’d ever left him speechless.God knows what the fuck happened to him last night. He came back covered in blood, drunk and feral, and practically destroyed me with that monster cock of his. Even with my trembling legs and injured one, I still had to clean both of us up afterward. We’d also successfully traumatized Cherry — she still wouldn’t let me touch her this morning.“If yo

Everything hurt.My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it. My injured leg burned. And when I tried to move, I realized I couldn’t. My wrists were tied tightly behind the back of a wooden chair, rope digging into my skin. My ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. I was completely stuck.I blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog. The room was dim, concrete walls, no windows. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling. The chemical smell still lingered in my nose.Before I could get my bearings, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped straight over my head.“Fuck!” I gasped, jerking violently in the chair. The freezing shock stole my breath. Water poured down my face, soaked my shirt, and dripped from my hair. I shivered hard, teeth chattering as the cold sank into my bones.A low chuckle came from the shadows in front of me.“Wakey wakey, princess. You’ve been sleeping for a while fucking day now”. I blinked through the water still stinging my eyes. Two men stood there.

Lorenzo POV“You better actually need real fucking help, calling me in the middle of something.” Kai groaned, irritation thick in his voice as he stalked toward me, jacket half-buttoned, hair messier than usual. I smirked, pouring another shot of tequila and sliding it across to him without a word.“In the middle of fucking your student?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.Kai had a whole situation going on with one of his own students — something he liked to pretend nobody in our circle knew about, despite the fact that absolutely everyone did.“Mind your business.” He grabbed the shot and downed it in one motion, setting the glass back down harder than necessary. “What is it?”“I need you to help me get someone.”“What happened to your legs?” He gestured vaguely, clearly unimpressed. “Last I checked you had plenty of men for this kind of thing.”“If I could handle it myself, I wouldn’t be calling you.”“You know I can’t blow my cover that easily.”“I know.” I exhaled, frustration bleedin

Everything went quiet in my head for a minute before I could process what he said. “What?”“Are you deaf now?” Sebastian replied, his voice mocking. “He staged the whole thing. The kidnapping, the beating, everything. You really thought it was real? That you got kidnapped by some rival who think you're so important to Lorenzo and needed you to lure him out?" he laughed out loud. That can’t possibly be true. Does he have any idea what those men did to me? The punches that cracked my ribs, the knife pressed against my throat, the way they laughed while I bled on the floor. The fear that gripped me when I thought I might not make it out alive.“You’re lying,” I said, my voice shaking.“Of course. What else will you say?” He laughed again. “You always think the best of him, don’t you? Even when he treats you like a toy.”I shook my head, refusing to believe a word. For all I knew, he could be saying this just to cause problems between us. To drive a wedge. To make me doubt Enzo when he w

I lay on the bed, not even sure how many days had passed. Three, maybe. The only way I could tell was by the two untouched meals sitting on the table, both beginning to spoil. The maids had kept bringing food in at regular intervals, replacing old with fresh plates, but eventually even they started smelling sour.I didn’t have the energy to get up. Didn’t have the appetite to eat. Didn’t even have the strength to care anymore. My mind had done something strange. It had simply… stopped. The pain was still there somewhere, buried under layers of exhaustion, but all I could feel now was a heavy, suffocating numbness. It was almost peaceful, if peace could feel this empty.I hadn’t seen him either.But this was Enzo.I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t stay away forever. He was probably slipping into the room while I slept, standing over me when I couldn’t see him, making sure I was still breathing before disappearing again like the fucking coward he was.God…I hate him.Fuck,