All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Levi POV Enzo and I crashed against the wall like two storms fighting for the same sky, hands shoving, bodies slamming, neither of us willing to submit. My back hit the hard surface first, but I pushed right back, grabbing his neck and dragging his mouth to mine. I moaned into the kiss, fierce and stubborn, refusing to let him take control. I felt him smirk against my lips, that arrogant, knowing curve that pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. Before I could react, he spun us and slammed me harder into the wall, his thick thigh shoving between my legs and grinding roughly against my already hard cock. The pressure made me gasp. I frowned, biting his bottom lip in defiance, still refusing to open up completely. Enzo wasn’t having it. His hand slid down my back, grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed hard, kneading my cheeks with possessive fingers. The sudden rough touch sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. A loud, broken moan ripped out of my throat before I coul

Levi POV“I mean, is it wrong if I met him first?” I grumbled, pushing the cold fries around my plate with a fork. They were soggy and unappealing now, just like my mood.Aiden chuckled from behind the bar, wiping down the counter with smooth, practiced movements as he prepared for the night crowd. “It’s not wrong in a vacuum, but your mom married his father first. So yeah… now it’s very wrong. You really like him, don’t you?”“No!” I snapped, a little too defensively. “What’s there to like? Except his cock. He’s got a really big, thick, and insanely good cock. That part I can admit.”Aiden let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Right. It’s all about the dick. Classic Levi logic.”“Come on, man. I came here for actual advice, not judgment.”“I’d rather you didn’t come at all,” he said, tossing the cloth over his shoulder. “I don’t want a bullet in my shoulder for even looking at you the wrong way. Your man is terrifying, who knows if he’s on his way here now.”“He’s been super busy

“There’s no need to move your things into the guest room,” Enzo said lazily, his shoulder pressed against the doorframe like he owned the entire space.I didn’t look up from the suitcase on the bed. My hands kept moving anyway, folding clothes I had already folded twice just to keep myself busy. My old shirts mixed with the newer ones, he brought for me.“Yeah?” I shot back without turning. “And when my mother asks, I can just say what exactly? ‘Oh, I’m scared of the dark and I just really enjoy sleeping in the same room as my stepbrother’?”The words came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. My mother was coming back today. This evening. And that alone felt like a countdown ticking inside my skull.The last thing I needed was suspicion. That look she gives when she’s already figured everything out but is waiting for you to confess it yourself.My mom is smart. Too smart. The kind of woman who doesn’t need evidence, just instinct. And the worst part? She trusts me. Complete

I took a bite of my meat, trying to force down the smirk curling at my lips. This was fun.Bethany sat beside me, smiling happily as she chatted with my mom like they had known each other for years.“Yes. The first time we met was at a bar…” she continued, carrying on with ease.My mom looked completely taken with her.And we didn’t need a microscope to see the tension and anger pouring off Enzo. It hung in the air with every word Bethany spoke, in the tightness of his jaw, in the way his silence felt louder than the conversation itself. I kept my focus on my plate, fighting not to look too pleased with myself.He was practically stabbing into his meat like it owed him something, the knife cutting harder than necessary against the plate. I knew it was killing him.Killing him because he couldn’t say anything.Because he couldn’t claim me.And even though we’d fucked around, he knew deep down I didn’t belong entirely to him.That thought alone sent a dangerous thrill through me, one I

Levi povI rushed out half-naked, jeans yanked on but shirt forgotten, heart slamming when I heard my mom’s voice, not Enzo’s growl like I’d thought. “What’s going on?” Panic edged my words. Enzo and his father locked in a staring contest, daggers in their eyes, his dad’s hand still twitching.“You can go back to your room, son. No problem here.” His father’s voice was calm.“He was strangling Lorenzo!” Mom snapped, her nightgown twisted, face red from rushing.“What?” Disbelief hit me hard. I shoved between them, yanking Enzo behind me protectively, my back to his chest. His heat seeped through me, stirring shit I couldn’t think about now. “He’s your son.”“Exactly. He’s my son. He should know better.” Dad’s eyes flicked to me, cold assessment, like I was the problem.“Is everything okay?” Bethany poked her head out from my room, hair mussed, robe half-open. She scanned the hallway, confused.Mom stared at her a beat, then turned to Enzo, who looked away, jaw clenched, refusing to me