Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles Novels & Stories

Maximilian puts a hand on the doorknob, and I think he's going to step out, but instead, he drops his jacket and strides over to the bed, towering over me. This time I don't flinch. "I'll say it once, and I won't say it again. You are in no position to demand anything. Your father gave you away. He was going to do it with Alpha Jack. Don't deny it. We know it was a forced marriage." He leans in closer. "But I own you now. Not your father, not Alpha Jack." "It's illegal..." He lets out a hollow, mirthless laugh, cutting me off. "You're stupider than I thought," he says dismissively.

“Yeah, how hard can it be to accept that you married a mafia boss? It happens regularly, doesn’t it? My mom marrying a mafia boss. I thought you choosing a drug dealer last time would be limit. But mom, you are amazing. You keep on testing my ability to accept. Incredible.” Lydia appeared embarrassed at that. “Give yourself a little time. You will be able to accept it,” said Liam. But Sylvia didn’t want to. Why should she accept a mafia boss? Where were her morals? “Now that you know about the family business, you should learn to be careful and not act recklessly. Due to my negligence, your identity had been leaked out, and because of that, the attack today had been made on you. You needn’t

I innocently and confused looked at my mother and then questioned my father. They behaved as if the cries of my mother never reached his ears. as he kept walking, dragging me with himself. The elation that I felt a while ago was now gone and my mind was only trying to form any meaning to any of these things. From the foyer, we entered the living room, and what I saw there had the ground under my slip. Lying dead was none other than my uncle. Stelton Valentino. The leader of the Italian mafia. The strongest and invincible.

Sighing heavily , I managed to set up on the bed and took a good look in the room as well . Suddenly a man in his late forties or fifties came holding a plate of food . (Imagine him wearing a white shirt with an unnnotted tie of black colour ) (Alejandro age :- 55 years old Stephan's father ) He was wearing a white shirt and black pant and a tie which was not knotted . I look towards him and he gently reached me and told me that his name is Alejandro and he is the head chef for Stephan the Russian mafia . I just nod towards him I was feeling quite tired and was very angry with the situation and refused to eat rudely . But what he told next boiled my blood . He told me that if I will not eat

“Where were you when I spent five years on the streets of New York, Mason? You claim that you cared so much for me… then where were you when I was going through so much suffering and abuse?” His gaze darkens like he’s being reminded of a horrible occurrence in his past. Even his fingers clench into fists. “My obsession with you became unhealthy. I could no longer focus on my job as an enforcer and because of that, the mafia suffered. My uncle gave me two choices. He told me to my face that I either focused on finding his debtors, or he’ll find the woman who had so skillfully captured my attention, and he’ll slit her throat right in front of me.”

I was a bit surprised he was defending me on this when he had been really fixated on me giving him an heir. "Actually she's right in asking that, Stephano you do realize this isn't just you guys future baby we are talking about here. This is the Mafia's heir! the future of our gang! you haven't forgotten all this have you?" His father reminded him, his voice grave and strict. "Of course I'm aware" he replied nonchalantly, successfully making his father even more pissed. "I think I know what's going on here, his good for nothing wife is probably barren and is just going to bring the gang to crumbs" his stepmom snickered.

But behind closed doors, he was a monster. One night, after his fists left me gasping for air and his threats echoed in my ears, I decided I’d had enough. I’d take back what was stolen. My father’s gang, his empire—it would all be mine. I swore on the ache in my chest and the sting of my cuts that one day, I’d make my uncle pay for every scar he left on my skin and every ounce of grief he shoved down my throat. That dream kept me alive, even as my world shifted yet again. My mother remarried six months later. Lorenzo Marino. The most powerful mafia boss on the East Coast. He took us in, sheltering us under his vast empire.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

He might have been family once, but that title is gone with him after his betrayal. Aldo was my father’s stepbrother, the product of my grandfather’s affair with a stripper who had worked in one of our clubs. My grandfather’s infidelity was not a secret. My grandmother had endured it for years, bound by the unbreakable chains of mafia marriage. In the mafia there is no divorce . Once you step in ,you only can leave this world after your death. Even knowing all about the cheatings she could not leave my grandfather.

My eyes bulged at his words, he was the boss which meant that everything that went on in this vault was controlled by him including the dead body I saw earlier. "Don't be scared I won't break your bones." He said rubbing my shoulders as I quivered under him. " As long as you behave." I could sense the threat in that last word and it seized my breath. Was he really going to hurt me if I refused? I had to be realistic here, he was my stepbrother but he was a mafia boss and from all I know about the mafia you don't want to mess with them or annoy them even the slightest. At worse I could end up like the other lady.