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

Everything was in place. Helmet strapped tight, gloves on, seatbelt locked. Bethany hummed beneath me like a living thing, her engine purring low and hungry, ready to be unleashed. The pink paint gleamed under the neon floodlights of the underground circuit, reflecting the chaos around us—dozens of modified beasts lined up, exhausts spitting fire, crowds screaming from the barriers. My heart slammed against my ribs. This was home. This was freedom. A sexy woman in tiny shorts and a crop top strutted out in front of the starting line, flag raised high in her manicured hand. The crowd went wild. “Ready, big boys?” she yelled, her voice cutting through the roar of engines. She eased the flag up slowly, teasing, hips swaying. I let my eyes trail over her curves for a second—old habits. Normally after a win I’d pull her into Bethany’s backseat and celebrate properly. But not tonight. Not anymore. One wrong move and Enzo would paint these streets red. His obsessive ass didn’t share. Ever

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

Is it rude to say I don’t really feel happy that my mother is coming back soon?Fuck. I feel like a terrible son for even thinking it. I love her. I missed her. I wanted to see her again… but the thought of her returning this week sits like a rock in my stomach. Things with Enzo have been intense, messy, and dangerously addictive. Having Mom and Steve back in the house means we’ll have to hide everything. I sighed and rubbed my temple.“Well, here I thought you were into me,” a smooth voice said across the table.My eyes snapped up to Bethany. She looked even more stunning under the soft restaurant lighting — dark hair cascading over one shoulder, red lips curved in amusement, and that confident glint in her eyes. I’d invited her out on impulse after meeting her at the bar, thinking a date might clear my head. Now I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.“Sorry,” I forced a smile and sat up straighter. “Aiden told you about me?”“Yeah,” she said, taking a slow sip of her wine. “He

Levi POV“So who is she?” my mom asked as she sat across from me at the breakfast table, sipping her orange juice with a knowing smile that instantly put me on edge.Morning sunlight spilled through the kitchen windows, too warm, too peaceful for the way my pulse suddenly kicked. A plate of half-eaten snacks sat between us, but I barely tasted what I was chewing anymore.“Who is who?” I asked, taking another bite anyway, trying to sound casual.Since Mom came home two days ago, Enzo and his father hadn’t been around much. According to her, they had business to take care of and their house and warehouse were also blowing up with issues. Fine by me.“The red-haired lady,” she added, lifting a brow.I frowned. “What red-haired lady?”“Come on, don’t play dumb.” Her smile widened. “That lady from the restaurant, the one you went on a date with.”My hand stalled halfway to my mouth.How the hell did she know that?“Are you stalking me?” I meant for it to sound teasing, but genuine concern