All Chapters of MY MAFIA STEPBROTHER WANTS ME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nora's POV“Marry her? What is going on? Who is getting married?” I paced in my room after eavesdropping on Jeremy and Denver.I eventually slept off.I woke up very early the next day to speak to Jeremy. But, I overheard the cooks discussing how he drove out immediately at sunrise.“Pfft. Just when I thought I was early enough.” I mumbled as I made my way back into my bed.Knock Knock.“Ma’am, you have a guest.” A staff member interrupted my second round of sleep. I stepped out and it was who I really was that I needed to see at the moment.Laurel.“When next she comes to see me, just let her into my room. She is not a guest.” I informed the staff.“Ouuu… Look at you being a boss. I love this for you, girl. You deserve it.”“Come off it, Laurel.” I sighed.“What is the issue? Have you still not spoken to Jeremy about the whole ‘mafia’ thing?” I mean the last time I was here, you told me that his dad mentioned something about this being a mafia family.” She said.“Well, I haven’t had

Nora’s POVI felt my heart break into a million pieces at the mention of Jeremy’s statement. “What did you say to me?” My voice was low, laced with pain and anger. “I di…didn’t mean it that way, Nora..I just…” Jeremy stuttered, he closed an inch between us, but I stepped backwards.I felt broken. Moments from that night in the cottage flashed in my memories, how he thrusted his fingers inside me and the painful but sweet experience that I felt.And now, he says it like it was nothing. Maybe it was nothing for him but it meant a lot to me.I could hear Laurel and Denver whispering in the background, contemplating whether to intervene or not.“Nora, I am…” Jeremy said.“Enough of playing with her emotions.” Laurel interrupted, she grabbed my hand and walked me out of the room.I stopped at the doorway for a moment.“Where is my driver?” I yelled at the staff, they stared at me like they heard everything. “He’s outside.” One of the stewards replied.“Good.”I grabbed the car key from t

CHAPTER 35JEREMYI felt a bit of relief when Nora called Laurel and told her to meet her somewhere. When we were sure that she was safe, Denver and I stepped out for the mafia council meeting that I summoned.“What is this meeting all about?” Rex crossed my path just as I was about to enter the hall. “I hope it is not what I’m thinking?”“Dude, get the fuck off my face. I don’t give a shit what you’re thinking. If you really loved Madison as you claimed, you would have found a way to call off this deal.” I smirked and brushed past him.The grand doors of the council hall opened, and the familiar scent of cigars and expensive whiskey hit me. The long mahogany table was already surrounded by those old men who had killed for power and worn their sins like suits. The walls were covered with portraits of past mafia heads, their eyes watching every move as if waiting to judge me.“Jeremy Koch,” Don Sullivan greeted in his slow Italian accent. “It’s about time you called for a meeting. I hop

Chapter 37JEREMYThe smell of oud filled the air as I adjusted my tie and glanced at the clock.It was 7:30 a.m. I was running late for a meeting at the office with the shareholders, but I didn’t care much. My mind has been elsewhere lately. I have been restless, distracted, hovering between what I had and what I would lose. I had not seen Nora since she went on a driving spree and Laurel and Denver advised me not to call her for a while.In her words. “Give her the space she needs for now.”I used the elevator since I was in a hurry. I walked over to the console table to pick my coffee. My chef knows best to place my coffee on the table every morning.I could smell Nora’s cologne even though the smell of the espresso tried to overshadow it. I looked around but she was not on the dining table.I bent over to pick my coffee and my keys slipped from my pocket, straight underneath the table.“Fuck!” I bent over to pick it and that was when I noticed it. A cream-colored envelope. The sea

NORAZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. A call from Laurel got me out of bed.“Laurel, it’s 5:34 a.m.” My voice was hoarse, thick with sleep.“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Girl, what did I see on your I*******m? You looked stunning in that red dress.” Her voice was way too bubbly for that hour.I rubbed my eyes, squinting at the dim light slipping through my curtains. “You woke me up to talk about a dress?”“Yes, ma’am! Because that was not just any dress. That was a statement. You were giving the main character soft revenge.”Laurel always had that bright energy. “You’re ridiculous.” I couldn’t help but smile.“And you love me,” she said, laughing. “Come on, spill. What happened last night? I saw Jeremy in one of the background clips.” I sighed, leaning against my headboard. “It was his engagement dinner, after all”There was silence. “And…?”“And nothing,” I said softly. “I walked in, he looked... shocked, I guess. Everyone went quiet for a second. Then dinner went on.”Laurel hummed dramatically. “Mmmmm