All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Levi POVThere was something cold trailing over my body. At the same time, my skin felt like it was on fire, a deep, burning heat pulsing from the inside out, making every nerve scream. “Mhmm…” I groaned, twisting helplessly before I realized I couldn’t move properly. My wrists were locked tight above my head, and my ankles were secured to the corners of the bed, spreading me open and completely vulnerable.I forced my eyes open. Everything was blurry, the room swimming in soft shadows. A half-naked figure hovered over me. “Enzo?” My voice came out slurred and weak.I blinked slowly. Twice. The haze cleared just enough to see him towering above me, shirtless, his sculpted chest and abs glistening faintly under the low light. His eyes were blown wide, dark and glassy, like he was riding some powerful high.“It’s hot…” I groaned, shifting as much as the restraints allowed. Sweat already beaded on my skin despite the cool air.“I know,” Enzo replied, his voice low and rough, almost dru

Good news: I dislocated my foot. The bone wasn’t actually broken. Bad news: I was in a lot of fucking pain. Every tiny movement sent sharp, nauseating agony shooting up my leg like fire licking at raw nerves. Enzo had managed to stop the bleeding with a tight wrap, but the swelling made my ankle look twice its normal size. Sebastian wasn’t letting him call a doctor because it would risk revealing this new location, and the closest trusted one was apparently seven hours away. Just my luck.“There was a tracker on his phone,” Sebastian announced, after practically dismembering my cell on the table. Pieces of plastic and wiring scattered everywhere like evidence of a crime scene. Enzo had brought us to one of their emergency safe spots. I didn’t even care what they called it anymore. I just wanted the pain to stop.Unlike the other places I’d seen, this one was crawling with soldiers. Even Soren was here, standing silently in the corner with his arms crossed, watching everything with

Levi POV“I can’t believe this. Look how swollen his leg is!” My mom yelled for the fifth time, pacing back and forth in front of the couch like a worried hen. Her voice echoed through the massive living room of the mansion, making my headache even worse. I dragged my palm down my face and exhaled slowly, trying not to snap at her. The last thing I needed right now was more drama.If I had known that simply texting Enzo to check if he was okay after that chaotic night would lead to me getting abducted on the way to my own damn apartment, I would have thrown my new phone into the nearest river. The “kidnapping” had been terrifyingly convincing — rough hands grabbing me, a bag over my head, the whole works. And now here I was, back in this gilded cage with a fucked-up leg and my overly dramatic mother losing her mind.“It’s fine, Ma. See? I can walk a little,” I said, attempting to stand and prove my point. Sharp pain immediately shot up my leg, forcing me to sit back down with a his

Levi POV“Why are you suddenly asking me…” I started, voice unsteady.“It’s a yes or no question, Levi. Answer me.” Enzo cut me off sharply, his fingers still tangled in my damp hair as he continued drying it. The mirror in front of us reflected his intense gaze locked on mine. There was no escape from those eyes.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat felt tight, heart hammering against my ribs. If I said yes, I’d feed straight into Sebastian’s suspicions. Enzo might not believe me even if I explained I’d known Vito long before realizing he was deep in the mafia world. If I said no, I’d be lying outright, and when the truth eventually surfaced — because it always did in Enzo’s world — he would be furious. Devastatingly so.So I chose the safer middle ground. The one that felt like walking a tightrope over knives.“No, Enzo. I do not know Vito.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, nor was it the full truth. I knew my friend Aiden — the guy I’d raced with, shared late-night talks

Levi POV.“I mean, I just thought…” Enzo started, his voice careful.“No. You thought nothing,” I cut him off sharply, turning my head away from him. “I want no part of this.”What made him think I’d ever want to learn how to handle guns or any other weapons? The idea alone made my stomach twist. Even if I didn’t want to admit it out loud, what happened that night at the safehouse had scared the absolute shit out of me. What if it had been my mother instead of me? What if she had been the one caught in the middle of Enzo’s violent world?I rubbed my face hard with both hands, trying to push the dark thoughts away. “I’m hungry,” I said abruptly, desperate to change the subject.“I can make you something—” Enzo offered, already moving closer.“I’d like to bathe first,” I interrupted again, keeping my tone flat. “And you literally can't cook, what are you gonna feed me? Salad? Perfectly cut cucumbers?” Which Enzo has a weird obsession with, he loves eating them.He paused, studying me