Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles Novels & Stories

I waved my hands to them. " Who are you here with?." Quincy asked me, my mouth open to say my boyfriend, but instead I say. “My stepuncle." Immediately the word left my mouth, I prayed that the ground would open up and swallow me. “Cool, you can join us then, we're bathing and soaking in hot water with hot boys." Tracie said taking my hand and pulling me out. " Wait." I said to protest but I had no explanation as to why I would leave them and go back with my stepuncle, in their minds my step uncle was an old fat man.

“If he doesn’t want me, then anyone who does want me… won’t have me either.” There’s a pause. Then Stephanie exhales slowly. “Damn… that’s… kind of sad,” she says. “I’m not sad,” I snap quickly. She raises her hands slightly in surrender. “Okay, okay.” But then….her eyes light up again. “Still…” she leans in slightly, lowering her voice like she’s about to share a secret, “he said he’s from a Mafia family.” I stiffen slightly. “And?” I say carefully. “And he’s the heir,” she adds, her voice practically glowing with excitement. “Marcella, do you understand what that means?”

Anna said, her voice steady but wary, walking past James toward her bed. “Yes, I can,” James replied. “So how are you going to do that?” Anna asked, narrowing her eyes. “I would need your help to do it,” “How?” Anna asked, her voice firm. “You trust me, right?” James asked, looking at Anna intently. “No, I don’t. But I need to get out of here,” Anna admitted. “Okay, fair enough,” James said, nodding. James took a deep breath before continuing. “You know Vincenzo Romano is a Mafia don involved in serious criminal activities.”

It seemed surreal. I have spent another fifteen minutes staring at the wall. What have I done? I could easily answer that question. I got myself bound to a member of the mafia. If that wasn't scary enough, I offered to do anything in exchange for his help. Anything! My heart was pounding in my chest. Liam was supposed to come tomorrow and pick me up to stay with him for God knows how long. I slowly rose from the floor. I had to get ready, so I rushed to my bedroom. I did not have much. So it would not take too long to pack.

A cruel, arrogant laugh that made my skin crawl. “Oh, you’ve got guts,” he sneered, stepping closer, trying to loom over me. “Do you even know who I am? I’m family to the Morettis. My uncle is married to Adriano Moretti’s aunt. I represent the most powerful mafia family in this damn city. And you—” He pointed at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “—should know your place. Because once Adriano hears about this, you’re done.” And just like that… he raised his hand again.

I was never good enough, but that happens when your uncle is in the Mafia, I guess. It's not what you think; Carmen isn't a pedophile, but she gets off on some sick shit, just not little kids, thank fuck. As the wife of a mafia member, she holds a lot of weight. If I had disrespected her, then my uncle would have whipped me, yet I disappointed him when I allowed his wife to treat me as she did and still does. It was a never-ending battle.

“Enough, Aaira. This is not a debate.” Her stomach churned, a sick knot forming as the weight of his words pressed down on her. She had heard whispers about Uncle Keiran, rumors exchanged by servants when they thought she wasn’t listening. That he owned Chicago. That women came and went from his house at odd hours. That his business dealings were… questionable. Her father’s stern gaze bore into her, leaving no room for protest. “You will go. Tonight. End of discussion.” ~~~ Later that night, she sat on the edge of her bed, her small suitcase resting beside her. Every familiar corner of her room, the lace curtains, the shelves of unread novels, the little porcelain figurines she had collected

I correct before I can stop myself. Lila’s eyes narrow, playfully. “Ooh. So you do know him.” “I don’t.” I stab my salad harder. “He’s... family. Sort of. It’s complicated.” Ethan leans in, his voice low. “Complicated how?” "He's my new stepbrother. End of story.” I force a smile, though it feels bitter. Lila gasps dramatically. “Wait — Noah Valenti is your stepbrother? Riley, do you have a death wish? Half the campus would kill to be in your house.”

So she was more than happy to get me out of the picture. My step father Robert Mason is mafia boss of the eastern territory, and wanted me to marry to combine the eastern and western territories. But Ajax is ruthless, killed his first wife for spilling soup on his 10k boots. So of course my stepfather isn't going to marry off his blood daughter to someone like that. My life is expendable. I make my way through the hallway, looking in each room. With each curtain I open there's more people fucking then I've ever seen on a p**n site.

I didn’t trust the lads enough to let them go shopping or gaming outside the Institute on their own. There had to be something about these teenagers that made them always want to run off, just like Mia. When I was around their age, the last thing I was thinking about was sex. Von Quavo had recently just adopted me, and he was showing me things I needed to know, and I was being trained to be a mafia. I couldn’t afford any sort of distraction, especially sex. It wasn’t even a thought that crossed my mind for any reason whatsoever, and maybe that was why I didn’t think of them towards that direction.