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My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? One more time
Serena:The rain outside had gone from steady to punishing, hammering against the broken glass like it wanted in. The room smelled of rust and old fire, the kind of scent that never really left.“Stay with me,” Luca said again, his eyes locked on the street below.Matteo shifted beside me, a slow, deliberate movement that made the air between them heavier. “She’s already with me.”I was two seconds from snapping at them both when Luca’s voice went razor-sharp. “Movement—three o’clock.”I moved to the edge of the window, ignoring both of them. Two figures in dark raincoats were making their way up the opposite street, heads low against the downpour. Their pace was too measured.“Umbra?” I whispered.Luca didn’t answer. His body told me enough—every line of him coiled and ready. He tapped twice on the sill, a signal for silence.Matteo’s hand brushed mine as he passed me his sidearm. “Just in case,” he mouthed.I took it, the cold metal grounding me in the middle of the storm that was a
My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? The Rain of Change
Serena:Rain slicked across the windshield, each droplet catching the streetlights and scattering them into fractured halos. Matteo’s hands were steady on the wheel, but his jaw was tight, the muscle ticking every time we passed an alley too narrow, a shadow too still.“Checkpoint’s not far,” he said.My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag. “You think Luca’s already there?”“If he’s not, he’ll be close.” Matteo’s eyes flicked to me, quick and sharp. “He won’t risk leaving you exposed.”The way he said it—like I was something breakable—made me want to bite back. But before I could, a pair of headlights flared in the rearview.“Don’t turn,” I warned.“I wasn’t going to.”The car behind us stayed too even in speed, too exact in its distance. My pulse spiked. “Umbra?”Matteo didn’t answer—he was already downshifting, sliding the sedan through a wet curve. The headlights followed.“Matteo—”“Seatbelt. Now.”I barely clicked the buckle before he cut the lights and veered hard down
My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? Does change ever last?
The air between the four of us was a live wire, humming with the kind of electricity that could set the whole place alight.Luca’s gaze snapped to Matteo, a silent warning that would’ve sent most men stepping back. Matteo didn’t blink. His stance was casual—shoulders loose, one hand still fixing the buttons on his shirt—but his eyes never left his brother’s face.“Not your call,” Luca said, voice low but edged like a blade.“It is now.” Matteo’s tone was calm, but there was a bite under it. The kind that said he’d already made his decision and nothing was going to shake it loose. “If Umbra’s using her father, we don’t sit here playing ghost stories while they get further ahead.”I felt them both looking at me, like I was the ground they were fighting over. And maybe I was. It wasn’t the first time I’d been caught between them—sometimes willingly, sometimes not—but this was different. This wasn’t about who got their way. This was about who got to protect me.“Matteo,” Luca’s jaw flexed
My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? Somewhere over the rainbow
The quiet didn’t last.It never did.I heard Luca before I saw him—metal on tile, a slow, methodical rhythm as he disassembled his Glock on the kitchen counter. He didn’t need to say a word; the silence between us had already told its story. The weight of Berlin, the file, the name… and what had happened between Matteo and me. It was all there, unsaid, thick in the humid air of the safehouse.I moved carefully, my body still aching in places I wasn’t used to acknowledging. There was something raw in my skin, something unguarded that hadn’t been there before. Matteo was still in the bedroom, maybe asleep, maybe just quiet—he did that sometimes, vanished into himself when he didn’t want to show the world what he was feeling.I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, the hiss of the plastic seal breaking louder than it should’ve been. I didn’t meet Luca’s eyes.“You know we can’t stay here,” he said, voice steady.“I know.”“We’ve got maybe 48 hours. Less if Umbra has eyes on Dr
My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? Back in the city
39:58:42 — Safehouse | Inner City Grid, Unknown LocationWe didn’t say it aloud, but we were grateful to hear traffic again.City noise. Sirens in the distance. Neon bleeding through rusted blinds. A neighbor’s bad music pulsing through walls that hadn't been patched in years.It wasn’t home, not really. But it was far enough from Umbra, and that made it close enough.Matteo was the first through the door, shoulder pressed to the frame like he expected it to explode. Luca checked the corners before he even blinked. I just stood still, breathing it in — that musty, metallic city air. Oil. Rain. Warm dust.This place had been prepped months ago. Just in case. Different IDs. Clean clothes. Weapons. A freezer full of things none of us trusted enough to touch.But the water worked. The locks held. And for the first time in three days, no one was chasing us.No orders.No guns.Just... this.We’d made it out of Berlin with half a file, a name that shouldn’t exist, and each other.I should’v
My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? The real Lazarus file
43:01:12Berlin Compound – Lower Hangar BayThe plan wasn’t airtight. But none of ours ever were.It didn’t have to be clean—just fast.Matteo was the first to move. No orders, no questions. Just a duffel slung over his shoulder and that look he got when he’d already decided the outcome. Luca followed, slower, like he was trying to convince himself this wasn’t surrender.I was already waiting by the cargo elevator.We didn’t speak on the descent.What was there to say? Goodbyes only mattered if we didn’t make it back.The hangar was dark. Empty, except for the low hum of the private jet we’d hidden in the manifests weeks ago, back when we were still paranoid enough to plan for treason.The kind of paranoia that saves you when loyalty doesn’t.Matteo climbed the ramp first, then turned, hand out like it wasn’t a question.I took it.Luca hesitated just long enough to make us wonder if he’d bail. Then he exhaled through his nose, muttered something about regretting this already, and came
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