Warm My Bed, Brother-in-law Chapter 15: Chapter 15: The Brother's Fury.

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LEV POV. I stood over Vitale, my hand still throbbing from the punch, but he leaned against his car, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. The calm look on his face only made me angrier. "You arrogant piece of shit," I snapped, my jaw clenched tight and my eyes burning with rage, "How dare you stalk Elena? How dare you put a camera in her bedroom, you bastard?" Damian made no move to get up and just stared at me with a cold, tired gaze. "It’s not what you think," he said, his expression tightening for a brief second before it settled back into that same infuriating calm. "Oh, it's exactly what I think it is," I yelled, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him up, then slamming him back against the car. "She is your brother’s wife. Your sister-in-law. What the hell is wrong with you?" Damian rolled his eyes, not looking the least bit ashamed. If anything, he looked annoyed, and I was seconds away from losing my temper and slamming his head into the brick wall. How the hell had it come to this? Earlier today, during that godforsaken meeting, my team texted me that they had found another pinhole camera hidden inside the smoke detector in Elena's master suite. The moment I read it, my blood boiled. I wanted to walk out of that meeting and hunt down that sick fuck who had been watching my sister in her own bedroom, filming her while she slept or got dressed. Within an hour, my tech lead from St. Petersburg called me back. Tracking the camera's data transmission hadn't been simple. Whoever designed it knew exactly how to cover their tracks. Every connection was encrypted, rerouted, and hidden behind custom firmware. My team spent nearly an hour working through all of it before they finally traced the traffic to a private server inside Blackthorn's network. Within an hour, my tech lead in St. Petersburg called with an update. It had taken the team far longer than expected to intercept the camera's network traffic. The device was protected by custom firmware, encrypted relays, and routing that constantly shifted to hide its destination. After working through each barrier one by one, they finally traced the traffic to a private server inside Blackthorn's network. I was standing outside the Vitale estate boardroom when the confirmation hit my phone. Elena was inside talking to Damian. Every instinct told me to kick the door open and drag him out, but before I could, Letizia Vitale appeared in the hallway and caused enough of a scene to stop me. I wanted to hit him then and there, but he was still a Vitale. It didn't matter that he had built his own empire away from his family. At the end of the day, he was still one of them. I knew I couldn't start a war inside the house without concrete proof, and I needed to know exactly why he was doing this before I took the next step. I glared at him, waiting for some kind of excuse, but he just smirked, which only made my blood boil. "You are the king of digital infrastructure," I said quietly. "You thought you were untouchable. You thought no one would ever look inside your custom-made toys." Damian finally moved, his gaze hardening. He wasn't a man who left loose ends, but I wasn't a man who would leave my sister’s safety to chance. "Why, Damian?" I demanded, leaning into his ear. "Why are you watching your brother's wife?" Damian didn’t even flinch. “I don’t need to explain myself to you, Lev.” I pulled my fist back to hit him again and hit him right on his jaw, making him grunt in pain. He didn't stumble, didn't even try to guard himself. He just let his head hang for a second before he looked back up at me with those cold, empty eyes. "Is that all you've got, Lev?" Damian said calmly. "If that’s the extent of your strength, you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot better if you want to keep her safe from the things that are actually coming for her." My temper snapped, anger rising fast and hot in my chest. "You arrogant, sadistic prick," I snapped, struggling to keep