All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lorenzo POVThe first time I saw Levi across that club, I knew—without a shadow of doubt—he was mine. Fuck everyone else. Mine. I didn’t give a single damn that his mother was married to my father. That didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except him. I wanted him. All of him.I’ve always had this thing for taking what’s meant to be mine. And Levi? He screamed it. Every little movement, every subtle glance, every damn thing about him—it all whispered mine.I do respect his mother, though. I really do. She reminds me of mine. Lost her when I was eleven—died trying to save my pathetic ass. Fucking tragic. I was too young to understand loss then. Now? Now I understand it all too well. And I’ll be damned if anyone tries to get in the way of what I want.I let the corner of my lip curl into a smirk. Soon. Soon he would be in my grasp. Soon he would learn what it meant to be mine. And nothing—not his mother, not my father, not anyone—would stop it.“I swear I didn’t mean to…” S

Lorenzo POVA slow, satisfied grin carved itself across my face as I stared down at my stepbrother sprawled across the black silk sheets. Levi was utterly wrecked, chest heaving in shallow, uneven breaths, skin flushed and glistening, his own release painted in thick, obscene streaks across his stomach, thighs, and the hollow of his throat. He looked debauched, ruined, and so fucking perfect it made my cock twitch. Mine. All fucking mine. For a month at least.I got up and grabbed my phone, taking a few pictures. I’d be damned if I didn’t take a picture to jerk off to later on. Once satisfied I walked into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean him up. The marble floor was cool under my bare feet. I wet a soft black towel under the tap, wringing it out until it was just damp enough. Back in the bedroom, I knelt beside him again. Even unconscious, Levi responded to my touch, small, involuntary shivers racing across his skin as the warm cloth glided over his abdomen, w

Levi POV.He smirk, seeing my hesitation before pulling back. “Get ready, you’re following me out to—”“I’m not following you to any fucking where,” I cut in, sharp and loud, before he could even finish the sentence.Enzo stopped mid-step. The teasing glint in his eyes vanished instantly. What replaced it was cold, flat murder—the kind of stare that made my stomach drop and my skin prickle with real fear. Not the twisted, hot kind that usually pooled low in my gut when he looked at me like he wanted to break me apart, pin me down and make me beg. This was different. This was the look of a man who’d already decided where to hide the body.I swallowed hard and took an involuntary step back. He’d said it before, casual as anything: he could kill me, make my mother forget I ever existed, and no one would ever find the pieces. Right now, I believed every word.“Forget I’m obsessed with you, Levi,” he said, voice dropping so low it vibrated through the marble floor. He started crowding me

Levi POVThere’s something seriously fucking wrong with me.I shouldn’t be sitting here, thighs clenched, cock throbbing against the zipper of my jeans while Enzo drags that knife across the slimmer guy’s chest again. The blade parts skin like it’s nothing—clean, precise, blood welling up in bright red lines that drip down his stomach. The man’s trying not to scream, biting his lip until it bleeds too, snot and tears streaking his face. It should disgust me. Repulse me. Make me want to bolt out of this cold basement and never look back.Instead my dick is so hard it hurts.I shift on the metal bench, pressing my palm down hard to try and kill the ache. It doesn’t work. If anything it makes it worse. I remember the night I crashed my car during a street race—leg torn open, blood soaking through my jeans, bone-deep pain shooting up my thigh. Everyone else was panicking, yelling for an ambulance. Me? I sat there in the wrecked driver’s seat, staring at the red spreading across the denim,

Levi POV“Mama, I’m fine. Relax, there’s nothing wrong. You’re not understanding what I’m saying.” I rubbed my eyes frustratedly, so fucking close to snapping at my own mother. Why couldn’t she just get it? I couldn’t stay with her stepson. Not him. Not Enzo.“No, I don’t want to stay with him, Mama. I don’t need protection, you need to understand where I’m coming from for God’s sake! Please!” My voice cracked on the last word. I didn’t even feel like myself anymore. Things that weren’t supposed to turn me on were lighting me up like fireworks. I got hard watching Enzo slide a bloody knife across a man’s skin. I got off on the cold steel of a knife handle stretching me open while two people bled out in the next room. I wasn’t a psychopath. I didn’t want any part of this mafia shit, but he kept dragging me deeper. Taking me to their underground club, forcing me to watch interrogations in the villa basement. Their enemies, whoever hated them would see me and mark me. My life would be in