All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Levi pov“Both.” I didn’t even bother asking why. My brain was too foggy, too focused on the heat coiling low in my stomach and the way every light touch made me twitch. Oh, I am so getting back at him for this.“How…” I moaned as his thumb swiped over the head, smearing the wetness there. “You’re not getting affected.”Enzo smiled down at me, calm and almost fond. “We made the incense. I’m kind of used to it, so it has less effect on me now.” His hand kept that same slow, maddening rhythm. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t really have any side effects aside from making you extremely needy… for days.”“Days? I’m gonna be like this for days?!” “No, not like this. You’d be more conscious then.”Enzo pulled away from me again, the loss of his hands so sudden it dragged a broken sound from my throat. He walked toward the small table against the wall, calm as ever, like I wasn’t falling apart on the bed behind him.“Please…” I begged, voice cracking. My hips rolled uselessly against the empty air

Lorenzo POV.I could barely control my breathing as I pulled back and admired the work of art in front of me.Levi — blindfolded, wrists cuffed above his head, completely covered in streaks of whipped cream and chocolate — was shaking so hard the bed frame rattled. His cock lay heavy and flushed against his stomach, shiny with spit and melted sweetness, twitching every time he clenched around nothing. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of him no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.Fuck.I gripped my cock tightly through the pants I still hadn’t bothered to take off, squeezing hard enough to hurt just to keep myself from losing control. He was fucking beautiful. Completely wrecked. Completely mine.I leaned down and dragged my tongue through a streak of chocolate on his stomach, tasting the sweetness mixed with the salt of his skin. He whimpered and arched, trying to get more contact. I denied him, pulling back just enough to watch another clear bead of pre-cum form at the

Levi pov.I spent three whole days just sleeping and eating. At some points I could barely feel my own body — like I was floating somewhere just under the surface of everything. Soft sheets, warm hands, quiet voices, food appeared in front of me whenever I opened my eyes. Then more sleep.I let out a soft groan and yawned hard as I stretched, joints popping. My body felt heavy but finally mine again. I stared up at the ceiling for a long moment before my eyes drifted to the large mirror mounted above the bed.My reflection stared back.I looked wrecked— hair a complete mess, faint shadows under my eyes, and a collection of fading marks scattered across my neck and collarbones. Some were already yellowing. Others were still a dull purple.I pretty much couldn’t remember what the fuck had happened lately. “Mmmhh…” I groaned again, curling in on myself for a second before doing another long stretch. My muscles protested in that deep, satisfied way that told me I’d been thoroughly used

Levi pov“Are you sure you can race?” Speed asked for the tenth time, trying to talk me out of it. “I can. I got my heart broken not my fucking legs”. I snapped. Okay, I may have acted out of impulse and called him to tell him whatever shit we planned didn’t work out. So here I was instead. Standing under the harsh floodlights of the track, engine already growling somewhere behind me, the night air sharp with rubber and gasoline.Big fucking deal.If the adrenaline could shove Enzo out of my head for even a few minutes, I’d take it. If the speed could make my chest feel like it belonged to me again instead of the hollow, bruised thing he’d left behind, I’d take that too.I dropped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door. The cabin smelled like leather, metal, and the faint ghost of last race’s rubber. My hands found the wheel without thinking. The engine answered when I turned the key vibrating up through the seat and into my bones.Speed leaned down by the open window, helmet

Levi pov “Yes.” Enzo nodded, giving me the confirmation.I swallowed hard.“But… the painting kit. He never got back with it.” I never received it. I was blamed my whole life for wanting it. “I know.” Enzo said.“How did you even find this?”He was quiet for a moment before answering.“One of your relatives filed a case back then, claiming it wasn’t an accident—that your mother caused it somehow. Since she never really defended herself, they packed up all of your father’s belongings, including everything in the house, and took them. I got this through a private detective.”The words settled heavily in my chest.That is why we left so suddenly.She’d told me we were moving to a bigger place… even though the new apartment was half the size of our old house.Fuck.How much pain had she been carrying all this time without ever letting it show?“Thank you,” I whispered. “Did she see this?” I asked. I wonder how she'd feel about it.“Yes. I gave it to her a while ago.”“Why am I only gett