All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lorenzo povHe knows I can see him. That little piece of shit knows I can see him. I gripped the phone tight in my hand, staring at the screen as Levi made out with that red-haired woman. Her hands were all over him, and his were tangled in her hair. He was doing this to piss me off—I fucking knew it. The camera I'd hidden in his room caught every second, and despite knowing his game, it was working. My blood boiled, chest tight like a vice.I grabbed my other phone, dialing Sebastian without thinking. He was the only one who got it, the only one I trusted not to flip.“He’s making out with a woman,” I spat into the phone.“What?” Sebastian’s voice came out tight and sleepy, like I’d dragged him from the edge of a blackout.“Levi. In his room. Right now.” I paced my suite, eyes glued to the feed. Levi’s shirt was half-unbuttoned, her lips on his neck.“So? You guys ain’t exclusive.”“You’re not helping, Seb.”He groaned, the sound crackling through the line. “I haven’t slept all day.

Lorenzo I rained punches on the bag, fury exploding with each hit. What happened days ago looped in my head—Dad's hands on my throat, Levi's mom yelling, that redhead grinding on him. I hadn't gone home in three days. Fuck the mansion. Fuck them all. Most especially fuck Levi and his red head woman. Though it's quite strange to me, aside from the fact it says she's married. Somehow I can't find who her husband is. I know she works for Rosalie ginerva. What kind of work she does for her or why she's with her, I can't find any info on that.“Punching that bag won’t make you feel better.” A voice cut through, interrupting my thoughts. I didn’t bother turning to know it was him, I could smell his cigarette anyway.“Fuck off.”“Don’t know why you chase what you can’t have. Doesn’t it intrigue you? Want me to pretend I’m him?” He yanked me from the bag and pinned me against the wall, hard.“Would that make you like me better?”“Not in the mood for your jokes.” I shoved him, but he didn’t

I rubbed my eyes, frustration burning behind my temples. “Well, we stopped you in time before you did anything stupid.”“Thank you,” I muttered, pushing myself up from the edge of the bed. I scanned the floor for my clothes—pants, shirt, socks—anything that would let me disappear back into the house without looking like I’d just crawled out of someone’s bedroom.“I owe you one,” I said quietly, pulling my shirt over my head.“You’re welcome,” Bethany replied, still wrapped in that towel. “Just don’t do it again. I’m not your damage‑control.”I nodded, not even sure if she saw it, and grabbed my jacket off the chair. I opened the door, the cool hallway air hitting me like a slap. I let out a soft sigh and leaned against the doorframe for a second, replaying my mother’s words in my head. *You shouldn’t see her.* If she knew I was fucking her stepson, she’d probably rather I keep seeing Bethany than blow up her second‑chance life with Steve. Not that I planned to tell her that. ****

He just laughed. Then he was back to kissing me and trying to get my dick hard. “I can’t cum again,” I gasped against his mouth, my chest heaving, my voice cracking. His lips came down on mine even hungrier, more desperate, like he hadn’t tasted me in years instead of just days. His tongue dragged slow and deep, stealing my breath.“You can,” he growled, his hand sliding down my side. “You will”. He flipped me onto the bed in one smooth move, my body bouncing against the mattress, then he followed me down, caging me under him. I was completely naked now, every inch exposed to his gaze, to his hands, his heat. He hovered over me, his eyes dark, his chest bare except for the faint sheen of sweat making his skin shine. “Enzo…” My voice came out small, tinged with fear and that stupid, ugly excitement that always twisted in my gut when he touched me. “Shut up,” he cut in, voice rough and low. “It’s been days, baby. You think I’m just satisfied with that quick ride on my thigh?” He

“I don’t think I wanna do that,” I said, shifting back a little, my voice uncertain. What the hell was he even on about? I could actually suffocate him if I sat on his face like that.“Levi…”“No, I’m not doing that.” Even though the idea sent a hot, guilty thrill through me, I still wasn’t about to go through with it. What the fuck is wrong with him?“Come on, don’t be a fucking coward.”“I’m not doing that.”“You fucking are,” he snapped, and before I could protest again, he yanked me up, forcing me to stand over him.“Enzo—”“Shut up, unless you wanna wake up the whole house,” he cut in, voice low and firm. “Now sit. If you’re scared of suffocating me, you can hold most of your weight on the bed frame with your arms. I’ll push you off if I start feeling like I’m choking. I’ll let you know.”“Push me off? Why the..”.“You’re ruining the mood, come on”. He snapped. “Keep your voice down”. I whispered. My whole body fucking aches, I don’t even know where I’m getting the strength to d