Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles Novels & Stories

“I guess I should go and meet my future husband.” Entering the car, I saw Uncle Michael already seated inside. He still looked handsome for his age—not that he was old but still, women threw themselves at him whenever he was around. “Bella, are you sure you want to go through with this? If you don't, we can call this off tonight.” I smiled at Uncle Michael. “I am sure, Uncle; besides, as you said, our mafia will be the strongest in the world.” I was power-hungry. I wanted to be at the top.

he paused for a while and then continued. "They asked for your whereabouts and once they realized they couldn't get anything from me, they took me to God knows where and they tortured me. I was not exactly affected by it all because as you know, I have been in positions like that countless times so my body already got used to all the pain.. So don’t worry about this big man, I’m fine.” He said and forced a smile but I still felt bad about everything. Uncle was a part of the mafia, I have known about it since I was a kid, he had dropped out to keep me safe.

As he scratched his head, Vincent remembered another term and condition he should remember: only descendants or blood-related family members could inherit the mafia’s legacy. Subconsciously, Vincent nodded his head and made Cedric feel more proud of his deception. The youngest uncle had fallen into his trap, he thought. All he needed to do now was just push him slightly into agreeing to team up with him. The mafia’s heir persuaded, “If I'm being honest, Uncle, I'd rather be willing to let my father's mafia reign be passed on by you than Uncle Miller. Join me, and you'll have everything my father owns." ‌

"When the law can't give the right justice for you, put the law in your hands and do the right punishment." Lily was silent. She was only looking at her while listening well. "You did the right thing," she added with amazement that can't be hidden from her face. "Clean it up and burn this whole d*mn place," Lily's Uncle ordered to their men. "With all of this, I think you're ready for the Mafia night." "Grandma," Aemon warned but she didn't care about it. "I know about it," Lily admitted. Aemon now eyed her.

“Not advisable.” She turned to look at me, brows drawn. “And why is that?” “Because,” I said evenly, “you might be in danger if someone’s after me.” She raised a brow, silently asking if I’d gotten information on who it was. I had, but the answer wasn’t an encouraging one. I let a beat pass, fingers tightening slightly on the wheel. “I paid for some information earlier. Seems that among the people I… removed… at that warehouse a while back, one of them had family ties with the mafia. His uncle is a Don.”

I stated. Immediately, he pulled over, tilting his neck to look at me. "What did you just say?" He asked, looking into my eyes. “I know you are a mafia Don," I repeated myself, my breath catching in my throat. "How?” He asked, his teeth grinding as he leaned in, stabbing into my soul with his eyes. “I just know and I need your help. My family might be connected to mafia stuff and my Aunt seems as if she's trying to take control. We can work hand in hand to defeat her,”

“I’m your uncle, Glen. I helped your father when he had nothing. Don’t be reckless and throw away the ties that bind us.” “You mean the lies that bind us,” Glen hissed. “I know the truth now. You never helped my father. You inserted yourself into his affairs and waited for the right moment to take advantage of him.” “You wanted me to feel indebted to you—to repay a debt that never existed.” He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “So tell me,” Glen said quietly, “what exactly do you want from me? Money? No—you’re already drowning in it. Power? Influence?”

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

The boundary between fiction and reality has blurred in a disturbing way, leaving me feeling frightened and disoriented. The truth is far more sinister than I had ever imagined. My stepbrother is not the person I thought he was—he's a twisted individual who takes pleasure in killing. As I overhear a conversation between Alex and his men, “Sir, Ray wants to meet the most fearsome mafia in the city -”

He shared his other properties amongst Alice, Ana, and Richard's family, of course. But in all of these, he had left not a single coin to my name. "You forgot to include the joint effort of your illegal mafia businesses." Richard retorted, making me release a helpless bout of laughter. It was quite stupid of him, to try and shame me with a life that our father had pushed me into. "Oh, and that too." I nodded in agreement, quite proud of the identity. "You literally have no shame, do you?" He pushed on, making me exercise the little patience I had left in me. "You were so stupid enough to let that Beatrice and her shameless husband....."