All Chapters of I'm not yours, Vito.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

If you think I’m fucked up in the head, then you haven’t met Sebastian King. The first time I officially met Sebastian King, he had just smashed someone’s skull open like a ripe watermelon against the concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse. Blood sprayed in a fine mist. Bone cracked with a wet, final sound. And in that exact second—while everyone else flinched or looked away—I knew, without a single second of doubt, that he was meant to be mine. He just hasn’t realized it yet. Now there are three problems. First, I cannot be gay. Being the third and most unloved child is already bad enough. Being gay is basically loading the gun and handing it to my father. He would put a bullet between my eyes without blinking and then have someone clean up the mess before dinner. Second, Sebastian hates my guts. We are supposed to be rivals—two families circling the same bloody territory, two names that make lesser men sweat. But isn’t hate sex the purest kind? All that violence with nowhere

Vito’s POV Now isn’t this just interesting? Our one and only biggest rival, Sebastian King, was right here in my territory. Not just in my fucking territory—I had dry-humped him into the dirt and made him come so hard he was still dazed under me. “Sebastian?” I called, half-laughing, wanting to make sure it was actually him and not some evil twin. Not that he needed one. He was already evil enough on his own. For a second he just lay there, chest heaving, the aftershocks still running through him. Then the fog cleared. His eyes sharpened. Rage flooded in. “Get the fuck off me, you son of a bitch!” Before I could answer, his fist slammed into the side of my face. The impact cracked through my skull and knocked me sideways into the leaves. I tasted blood almost instantly. Sebastian shoved himself up, still shaking, still wrecked from what I’d just done to him, but pure venom in every line of his body. I sat there on the dirt with a smirk on my lips. “We don’t see this

Vito’s POVI tried to hide my smile as I played with the curl of my gun under the table, my eyes locked on my kitten. Isn’t he just cute? Sebastian stood protectively behind his stepbrother, Lorenzo, while the rest of us went through the motions of a business proposal. I was already certain it would collapse. Lorenzo was too hotheaded, and my brother bowed to no one except our father. The whole meeting was a waste of time.I sat beside Matteo, pretending to listen and failing completely. Their voices blurred into background noise.All I could see was him.Come on, I thought, staring hard enough to burn. Don’t be a coward.Look at me.Sebastian’s jaw tightened.For a long moment he kept his eyes fixed somewhere over Lorenzo’s shoulder, pretending I didn’t exist. The little coward. I dragged the tip of my finger slowly along the curve of the gun under the table, patient, almost fond.Then, finally, he looked.Just a flick of those dark eyes—quick, sharp, furious. There he was. My kitte

Sebastian- Age 14“Where do you think you’re going?”My whole body locked up the second I heard his voice. Pure terror shot through me so hard my knees almost gave out. Papa stood in the doorway, face already twisted with that familiar rage.His eyes swept over the bags we had packed—everything we owned that was worth carrying. Food. A change of clothes. The few things Mama had managed to hide from him over the months.“Oh God, please have mercy,” Mama started crying immediately, the words tumbling out in a broken rush. She always begged first. It never helped.Papa laughed. It was a low, ugly sound. He stepped inside and slowly unfastened his wristwatch, setting it on the counter like he was getting ready for work.“You’re trying to run away?”“No…” My voice came out thin. “The trash. I’m taking out the trash.”He looked at me. “Where’s the trash?”I had nothing. The bags were too full, too obvious. There was no trash bag in my hands.“Papa…”“The only thing that can save you right n