Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles Novels & Stories

Back then, the Bancroft Syndicate was everywhere in the headlines, especially after Gregory Bancroft, Sebastian’s father and the former head, died in a tragic accident. Her father had explained that, yes, the Bancroft Syndicate was a mafia organization, but unlike what most people assumed, they didn’t operate through outright illegal means. Instead, they functioned as a powerful, highly secretive elite group, controlling business empires, politics, and financial systems through legal yet morally gray methods. As she grew older, she heard more about them. Many feared the Bancroft family, and no one dared cross them. Some even whispered about people who had mysteriously disappeared after going

“My ex-husband is a ruthless mafia boss. I ran from him, but he’s found me. He won’t stop until I go back to him or he takes everything from me.” “What? Your ex-husband? How? I don’t understand… I’m lost,” Kate said, standing up in panic. “I can’t explain it all now,” Mia said, trying to calm her. “I’m sorry. I never wanted this. I tried to protect you all from my past, but I failed. This is why I never wanted to marry Steve in the first place.” “What about Henry?” Kate asked.

The one that made women weak in the knees, "trick us." "Wow," One of his uncles dropped his fork and leaned backwards, staring at me. "It is very unusual to see a girl interested in the mafia world like you are. I mean, you even dare to control your husband." "It's not controlling. I was born from a mafia home. My father sits right there, it's only natural for me to tell how things work. That's if you are not smart, by the way." I throw the snarky reply at him and smirked, "Also, unusual is unique."

If he wasn’t restrained, then I know he would have attacked her. “Oh, and Colton, in case you missed anything, that whore is married to my uncle Nico. You know how close knit the family is. You five also know our ties to the mafia. The fact that the club is yours and you are trafficking women for sex, well y’all, welcome to the void.” I say as I whistle and the dogs come out of the shadows, growling. I stand there and watch as all seven have fear and tears in their eyes. The dogs all circle like a ravenous pack of wolves.

"I know there has to be something I can do for you. Even if I'm not your sister, this doesn't have to be for nothing." My knees buckled and he lunged forward, arms wrapping around my shoulders to balance me. "Please don't send me back there. Please, I'm begging you." The memories of blood spilling every night still clouded my brain. Sometimes my own, sometimes not. My lip quivered. My knuckles fisted into his chest desperately, clinging to him like a lifeline. He hadn't seemed like the kind of person to do that, but there was also the fact that he was in the goddamn mafia.

Kira stood alone in the dimly lit living room, her palm pressed against the cold glass, her reflection staring back at her. It had been two months since her mother’s death, yet grief clung to her like a second skin. Her father, Samnyon, had buried himself in business, leaving her with silence. Sophia Kata had entered their lives soon after—soft smiles, gentle words—but Kira had never let her heart accept the woman fully. Because with Sophia came Sajah. Her step-uncle. Her forbidden flame.

Mikhail’s words were barely heard but were sharp and radiating danger “That is not a misunderstanding that is suicide.” I pretended to straighten a salt shaker my heart beat increasing with each passing second. This was bigger than I expected if this is about the shipment routes, it could connect to the illegal arms deal from last month, it was also the bratva that carried out that deal, so this case also might be connected to that. The Italian licked his lips "My family.....” “Will live" Mikhail said, sipping from his cup of vodka “ your family will leave, you know the code... But I might break that code if you don'r give me something better than your lies”

His ten years old daughter. I could see the faint crease between his brows deepen, jaw shifting slightly with each word. “To the Bratava and was to be trained as a help for a fucking pedophilic bastard. The little thing was lucky I had business with them.” My mouth gaped as I tried my best to formulate the words raging in my head. I didn't know much about the mafia world but I knew one thing for certain, the Bratava were the kings. Ruthless beasts too. The idea of what she’d endured made my chest ache. I wanted to curl into myself, hurt and angry all at once.

Dominic had promised me that once his position as the supreme Don was consolidated at his thirtieth birthday feast, he would purchase the Como estate as our new home. Dominic turned around, his expression uncharacteristically strained. “We can look at estates any day, Aria.” “But Bianca is fragile right now. Her father took a bullet to the heart to save my life when the Lucchese family ambushed us years ago. I owe her blood debt. I cannot abandon her when she’s in distress." “When I get back, I'll take you to pick out a more suitable estate. The one by Lake Como is too old.” I looked at him, my gaze entirely flat and devoid of emotion.

I picked up my glass and didn't answer, and Alexia, for once, didn't push. She just watched me drink, her knife resting flat against the desk, the apple forgotten, and I had the distinct, unwelcome feeling that she already knew exactly what I was going to say to my mother and exactly how badly it was going to go. My foster mother had no patience for low class. She had brought me into the mafia world and became better than the Mafias. She wouldn't even tolerate my status, marrying my best friend's wife who already has a daughter.