All Chapters of TANGLED WITH MY MAFIA STEPBROTHER : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Riley’s POV"Let's just go Riley! You have been so cooped up in your room all day. You deserve some fun" Anna whined, trying to get me to attend Jason party. I wasn't feeling it to be honest,I'm not good with crowds especially noisy crowds.I sighed " Okay! But I'll just stay for one hour only then I'll return home"."Perfect!" She grinned. When we arrived at the party, the music was so loud enough to shake the walls with every beat. There was a mess,red cups, cigarette smoke, laughter everywhere, the frat party was chaos. I should have been home finishing my paper, but Anna being a party animal she is had decided to dragged me here with promises of one last wild night before senior year.“Truth or dare?” Anna shouted over the music with a mischievous smile on her lips.“Dare,” I said, without thinking. I always regretted that word.Her grin widened as she looked around the room. “Kiss him.” She pointed across the room.I followed her gaze and froze. Leaning against the wall was a

Riley pov Noah and I kept our distance most of the time but it didn’t help the matter. He was everywhere. I could hear the sound of his boots when he walked in, the low murmur of his voice on the phone behind closed doors. The rumble of his car in the driveway long after midnight. And every time, my pulse betrayed me. Sunday night, I found myself curled on the bed with my laptop open, pretending to work on an essay I hadn’t even started. My mom had gone out with David something 'social, business related' she said with too much sparkle in her tone. Which meant the house was quiet. Until a soft knock echoed on my door. I froze. “Yeah?” The door opened a little, and Noah leaned against the frame like he owned the place, one hand shoved into his jeans pocket, the other holding a water bottle. “Tomorrow,” he said. I blinked. “Tomorrow what?” “ I'll tutor you at seven. Don’t be late.” I narrowed my eyes. “Do you seriously have to schedule everything?” He smirked, just a flicker

Riley’s POVI stand in front of my closet for twenty minutes, holding two dresses trying to think which one will fit me the best. One is black, short, the kind of thing Anna would have shoved me into back to our hometown. The other one feels more safe because it is longer and soft blue in color. I pick the blue, then change my mind three times and end up in jeans and a white cropped sweater. I did my hair down and wavy from the shower, and I put on strawberry lip gloss.My phone keeps lighting up with messages from the group.Lila: Ethan is driving. we pick u up in 15 don't bail us.Ethan: Can't wait to see you.I stare at the screen and feel guilty for the tiny thrill in my chest. Ethan is nice and polite but he does not make my skin burn with one look just like Noah does.I grab my small purse and slip out of my room. When I pass the corridor I see Noah’s door is cracked open and light spills out. I walk faster, tiptoeing past like a thief, hoping he would not catch me. I am almos

Noah POV“Yo, Noah, you good? You’ve been quiet as fuck all night.”Jax’s voice cuts through the smoke curling from my cigarette. I’m leaning against the brick wall behind the club, one boot pressed flat to the wall, lighter flicking open and shut in my hand even though the cigarette’s already lit.After dragging Riley home,I couldn't stay there anymore knowing that she was just few doors away and I could follow her even if it was wrong of me to do so. So I decided to call jax and hit the club.I take a long drag, let the burn sit in my lungs for a moment before I answer. “I’m fine.”Jax snorts. “Yeah, sure. Your fine looks like you’re ready to murder someone with that stare.”Across the alley, Marco and Diesel are counting cash under the weak streetlight, rubber bands snapping loud in the quietness. It was normal night with the same fucking routine; Pick up the money from the college dealers, split it, smoke

Riley POVI step out the front door with my backpack slung over one shoulder, earbuds already in, ready to walk to campus like I’ve done every day this week. Then I see him.Noah is leaning against his black Jeep like he owns the entire street. Arms crossed, sunglasses on even though it’s barely eight a.m., cigarette dangling from his fingers. Smoke curls up around his face. He looks like trouble that hasn’t decided who it wants to ruin yet. He spots me and straightens. “Get in.”I stop on the bottom step. “No.”He doesn’t even blink. “I said get in, Riley. I'm in a good mood today and I don't want you to ruin it”“I heard you and the answer’s still no. I’m walking.”He takes one last drag, flicks the cigarette away, and opens the passenger door himself. “You’re not walking anywhere. Get in the car.”I stare at him for a long second, anger already bubbling up. “You don’t get to order me