All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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

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.

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

Levi pov. “We hardly even see your face around anymore,” Speed mumbled around a mouthful of fries, already reaching for another piece of fried chicken from the greasy pile in the middle of the table.“I heard he got himself a mafia boyfriend,” Drake — or Derek, I still couldn’t remember which one he preferred — said with a shit-eating grin.Heat immediately crept up my cheeks. I shook my head, focusing on the half-empty glass in front of me. “I’ve just been busy.”“Oh look!” Speed pointed at me like he’d just discovered gold. “He’s blushing! He definitely got a boyfriend.”The entire table erupted.“Oh please,” one of them snorted. “This better be the right one this time. I don’t wanna see you crying into your beer like the last one.”“Ohhh, he was madly in love with the last one,” Drake (or Derek) added, clutching his chest dramatically. “Remember how he used to wait for that dude’s texts like a lovesick puppy?”“And the way he used to defend him every single time we pointed out the

Okay. One painting ready.I packaged it carefully — thick paper, corner protectors, nothing visible from the outside — before getting back in the car and heading straight home. The sky was already darkening. Whatever grand plan I’d had for the night was probably dead. I was tired and all I really wanted was to get this over with before I lost my nerve.I didn’t bother driving into the garage. I just stepped out at the front and tossed the keys to one of the waiting guards, letting him take the car the rest of the way.The second I walked through the door, Enzo’s voice cut through the quiet.“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you this whole time?”He was already moving toward me, eyes sharp, posture tight. He glanced over his shoulder at the guards still lingering in the hallway.“Privacy,” he ordered. They nodded and disappeared without a word.I shifted the package in my arms. “So I have something to tell you—”“You can tell me later.”He closed the distance fast, hands alr