All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Levi POV“Oh fuck…” I groaned, reaching up to feel the throbbing ache at the back of my head. It pulsed like someone had taken a hammer to my skull. My vision swam for a few seconds, blurry shapes sharpening slowly as the memories slammed back into me—the broken door, the dark apartment, strong arms grabbing me from behind, and then nothing.“What the fuck?” I muttered again, sitting up carefully. I expected ropes around my wrists or ankles, some kind of restraint, but there were none. Part of me almost felt disappointed at how exposed I was. Whatever. I shook the strange thought away and glanced around. This was my room… but it wasn’t. My old bed that barely contained my height had been replaced by a massive king-sized one, luxurious and soft with fresh, expensive covers that smelled faintly of clean linen and something darker, more masculine. The pillows were plush, the sheets silkier than anything I’d ever owned.What the hell was going on? Had I been robbed? The idea made me la

He slowly released me, taking a tiny step back, his fingers trailing one last possessive drag down my chest before his lips curled into that signature dangerous smirk. “It does,” he said, his gaze dropping deliberately to the obvious bulge in my crotch, eyes darkening with hunger.“Fuck off,” I muttered, caressing the mark on my neck, skin still tingling. “You could have killed me.”“No, I wouldn’t have.” His voice was calm, too calm. “Trust me, I’d much rather give you a very painful torture than kill you completely. I’d break your body and soul—physically, mentally, and emotionally—so bad you’d never let anyone in again. You’d crawl back to me every night, begging for the pain only I can give you.”This time I actually shivered, not from lust but pure, ice-cold fear. There was no hint of playfulness in his eyes, no teasing smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth. He meant every single word. The mafia heir staring back at me wasn’t the man who had just jerked me off against the

I stared at Enzo with a shocked expression frozen on my face. Beside him, Sebastian leaned back in his seat with a smug, mocking grin, clearly enjoying every second of my humiliation. The bastard looked relaxed, like this was the best entertainment he’d had all night. The VIP section pulsed with low lights and heavier bass, mafia figures lounging around with strippers grinding on their laps, guns casually displayed on “Enzo…” I bit my lip hard, anger and something hotter twisting in my gut.“You’re testing my patience, Levi.” His voice was low, dangerous, that dangerous edge making it clear he wouldn’t repeat himself. Around us, eyes flicked our way — other powerful men watching the show, judging whether I’d submit like the pets on their laps.My breathing grew heavier. Heart slamming against my ribs, I closed my eyes and forced myself down to my knees between his spread legs. The carpet was soft under me, but the position screamed submission. Public. Exposed. Humiliating.“Oh shit

Levi POV“Do you wanna dance?” Enzo asked, finally taking his hands off me. He gave me a small breathing space. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart and the constant throb between my legs.“No.”“We will dance.” He said it like it wasn’t even a question. I rolled my eyes. What was the point of asking if he was just going to force me anyway?He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the dance floor without waiting for more protests. The music was slower here in this section of the party — heavy bass mixed with something sensual that made bodies press close. “I’m trying to keep an eye on someone,” he whispered as he dragged me along. “So you can say I’m using you to make them think I’m distracted enough not to look out for them. You can get back at me later at home.”“And who is this person?” I asked. My body felt stiff as he moved around me, hips rolling seductively to the rhythm, hands settling on my waist and pulling me flush against him.“You’re a very sexy thing

Lorenzo POV“I have the detective under control, sir. You need not worry”. Soren said, trailing after me urgently. Sebastian was behind, smoking. I just wanted to get this done and get back to Levi as soon as possible, not that I’m scared anyone would try to hit on him. Of course, they won’t—not with my name and the family crest on him. But I can’t guarantee Levi not poking his nose and pointing his silky fingers around at people. There are a few more powerful people here than me, Vito included.“Three months ago, what did you say when I asked about him?” I said, pushing the door to the inner underground open. This was our own base, everyone had one in this place. The heavy steel door groaned on its hinges, revealing the dimly lit chamber carved deep beneath the old warehouse district. Concrete walls dripped with condensation, the air thick with the scent of damp earth, cigar smoke, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects, cas