Bound To My Mafia Stepuncle

It had been almost seventeen years since she last saw her uncle, as such she didn't know what to expect. But she didn't expect this. Muscular skin stretched across a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his tattooed arms. He was handsome with that dangerous edge. Messy dark hair, striking blue eyes that seemed to see into her soul and a sharp jawline. Aaira’s legs felt like lead as she stepped further into the office, her hands gripping the straps of her suitcase so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The room was impossibly large, lined with dark wood panels, shelves of books, and artifacts that seemed to watch her with silent judgment. A faint glow from a single lamp cast long shadows across the polished floor, making the room feel both grand and threatening.Keiran didn’t rise from his chair. He didn’t move a muscle except to set down the glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. His dark eyes lifted slowly, studying her from the corner of his o

“Jude, get the car ready!” Keiran barked as he stormed down the stairs. Jude, already briefed on the attack, wasted no time following orders.Within minutes, they arrived at the large warehouse in the South Eastern part of the city.The sight that met Keiran made his blood boil. Bodies of his men were sprawled across the concrete floor, some groaning in pain, others lifeless. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the sharp tang of smoke and oil. Crates were overturned, and shattered glass glinted in the dim light.“Work carefully! Avoid mistakes! What part of that don’t you understand?” he roared, voice echoing off the metal walls.“Apologies, boss,” one of the men stammered, clutching a bleeding arm. “We didn’t think—”“Of course you didn’t think!” Keiran snapped, stepping closer, jaw tight. “Do you expect the enemy to announce their attack? ‘Hey, we’re coming today—don’t kill our men!’?”The men bowed their heads in shame, the weight of failure pressing down on them. Lives had been

Aaira’s back was still against the bathroom door when Keiran finally stepped away. The room felt ten degrees hotter, the air thick with something she couldn’t name. Her heart was drumming so hard she thought Zora might hear it when she came back.Keiran straightened, his expression shuttering. Whatever had flickered in his eyes a moment ago — hunger, frustration, something darker — was gone. In its place was the cool, controlled man she’d first met.“Change back out of the uniform,” he said quietly. “Zora will help you with the rest.”He didn’t wait for a reply. The door clicked behind him and she was alone again.Aaira pressed her trembling fingers to her lips. They were bruised, tingling, her thoughts a tangle of confusion and something she refused to name. She’d never been kissed before. She’d never even been this close to a man before. And Keiran was…her uncle. Her guardian. The one person she was supposed to be safe with.She had just finished changing back when Zora stepped in,