Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles Novels & Stories

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

Nyla felt like the ground had opened beneath her feet. “No, no, no, no.” She whispered. Her father looked between them. “Wait… you two know each other?” Adriel crossed his arms. “Unfortunately.” Miranda laughed lightly. “That’s wonderful! You already know each other.” Wonderful? Nyla felt anything but wonderful. This couldn’t be happening. The masked mafia lord. Her high school bully. The man who had threatened her only hours ago was about to become her stepbrother. “I can’t do this,” Nyla said suddenly.

We were still the same two people who had always burned too hot for anyone else and refused to be the first to look away. I closed my eyes, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart against my back, the lingering deep ache between my legs, the undeniable truth of what we were now: stepsiblings under the same roof, tangled up in something dirty and hungry and impossible to kill, while the rest of the family slept only a few doors away. My dirty-minded Mafia stepbrother. You’ll be the death of me.

I need to leave. I clenched my hands tightly, turning my knuckles white. What have I done? Just about everything hit me hard. I am the only heir of the Mafia lord who is my father. My potential spouse, Nicolas, is a Mafia boss. Cia, whom I consider being my closest friend, is a Mafia princess. Daisy, who I viewed as a mother figure, belongs to the Mafia. I am surrounded by them!

“I was looking forward to that. And since he has already heard your voice, I should warn you that it’s someone you know.” My eyebrows shot up. Someone I knew? Was everyone in the mafia these days? Was it a casual thing? “Someone I know?” “Considering he’s your fiancé’s uncle, you should.” “Ex-fiancé.” I corrected it before asking. “Which of his uncles? He has a lot. Does that mean he is also in the mafia?” Caspian snorted as he went through the cupboard to get plates. “He’s too much of a pussy to be involved in things like this. He’ll get killed too fast.”

I said flatly. “Mariah and her uncle came to me years ago with a deal. They promised connections, an alliance that could expand my businesses across borders. Her uncle was working with Declan Walsh’s stepbrother—part of the Irish Mafia. They wanted a share of Vitali's blood, a way in. And when I refused to give them control, they plotted against me.” Her eyes widened and she plopped her head on her arms.

I state. “You are right. The three of us will contact Kade and see what he can do. I think it would be wise to see if Byanca and Breayna can talk with the heads of the Chinese and Japanese mafias.” Dad comments. “I can talk with the head of the Irish mafia. He happens to be my great uncle. Don’t ask it is a long story.” Stephano added. This whole situation keeps getting weirder and weirder. I am not sure if they were brave or stupid coming onto a college campus to break into multiple houses at the same time. Unless the other four break ins were cover for breaking into our house and the house where the twins lived.

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

And not my mother. Not that girl, for sure. A warm wind blew that day, sweeping away the perfumed flowers from her grave. And I couldn’t pull away from her as I was still talking to her in my mind as if sitting on a blanket under an olive tree. That day, standing by her grave, I told her about my life. About my parents and what I had become. By then, I was a man. My life was different. Wild. Crazy. Merciless. There were ups and downs, and to me, it was the logical thing to do. My uncle was part of the mafia and introduced me to his boss.

“He is, isn’t he?” She let out a sigh before nodding her head. My face immediately dropped. All I felt was fear strike itself into my heart as I thought back to what happened. “So, this club is, what? His way of laundering dirty money? Now that I think about it, all of these men are mafia men, aren’t they? That’s why they always wear the damn suits!” I exclaimed in absolute horror. Everything was beginning to click into place as the wheels in my head turned. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”