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My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? Am I in Love?
Serena:The stairwell was narrow, steep, and slick with rainwater dripping from the roof above. Matteo leaned heavily against me, groaning every few steps, and I cursed under my breath. We couldn’t keep moving like this forever.“Half a block,” Luca muttered, his hand steady on my shoulder as he guided us. “There’s a basement we can hole up in—temporarily.”“Temporary?” Nico scoffed, scanning the street through the cracks in the wall. “You mean until Umbra figures out we’re hiding like scared little mice.”Matteo groaned again, but his crooked grin returned. “I prefer the term ‘strategic retreat.’”I shot him a look, but it barely registered. My focus was on keeping him upright, on listening for the telltale sounds of footsteps, tires, the metallic click of weapons reloading. Umbra wasn’t far behind.A sharp clatter echoed from above—the metal fire escape. I froze, and all three of them tensed.“They’re close,” Luca whispered. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning.I heard the soft tap of
My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? The apartment of night
Serena:The apartment smelled of blood, antiseptic, and wet concrete. I hadn’t realized how much the safehouse had shielded us from the outside world until now. Out here, every siren, every distant engine, sounded like a threat—like Umbra could be anywhere.Matteo stirred beside me, groaning softly. His hand still found mine, but his grip was weaker than before. I tightened it instinctively, like holding on could keep him alive.“I hate that you two argue more with each other than with them,” I muttered, leaning back against the couch. My voice was quieter than I intended, but both men turned sharply anyway.“Not arguing,” Luca said, jaw tight. “Strategizing.”“Right. Strategizing how to drive me insane,” I countered, glancing at Matteo, who smirked despite the blood.“You wound me,” he whispered, and it made my stomach twist—not in humor, but in something else I couldn’t name.Luca’s eyes flicked between us, sharp and unreadable, before he turned to the window, pulling the blinds jus
My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me? The hunt goes on
SerenaThe safehouse smelled like dust and oil, the kind of place that had been abandoned so long it didn’t remember people anymore. I peeled off my soaked jacket, the weight of rain and adrenaline sliding to the floor with it.Luca was by the window, the blinds tilted just enough for him to see the street. Matteo leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, watching Luca like he was daring him to make the wrong move.I wanted to sit. I wanted to breathe. I wanted them to stop looking at each other like one of them wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.Instead, I found my voice. “What’s the plan?”“Plan is you rest. We keep watch,” Luca said without turning.“I’m fine—”“You’re not fine,” Matteo cut in. “Your hands are shaking.”I curled my fingers into fists. “Maybe because people were shooting at me.”His mouth quirked, but his eyes didn’t soften. “All the more reason to stay close.”Something in Luca’s shoulders went rigid, and for a second I thought he’d spin around and st
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
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