Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles Novels & Stories

Honestly, that felt like the best news I'd heard today, right after learning my mom's surgery was finally covered. Maybe, just maybe, my luck was turning around after all. Jake took a step closer, lowering his voice to a growl. "Don't fucking gloat. You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you? My uncle isn't just rich. He's the boss of bosses. If you value your life, stay out of our business." Yeah, yeah, this jerk still had no idea I'd known his uncle was a mafia boss. I stared at him, speechless for a heartbeat, then let out a humorless laugh. "You seriously think I have the time or desire to complain about how much of a jerk you are? Please. I'm here because Mr. Marlowe asked me to w

For six years, my stepbrother Draven, the heir to a mafia family, and I have been in a secret relationship. Every night, his hands would trace every curve of my body with desperate hunger. The way he would look at me in those intimate moments made me believe I was the only woman who could ignite such passion in him. Until a month ago, when I found out I was pregnant. The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him.

" It appears his uncle became more like a best friend. And records say they were involved in some kind of a ritual that made them members of the N.U.D.E Mafia Society and as we all know— Don Junior is presently the Mafia leader." Another clearing of throat from Bryan as he muttered; " Fuck!" " Well, that's interesting." Commented Charleston as he played with the cube box in his hand. " This uncle— where is he now?" Zade asked, putting the book away, his gaze on Bryan who stuck a cigarette between his lips. " I don't know, why should I care? I told you I couldn't have access to most of the damn resources. I did what I could and that's all I've got— you literally make me go nuts!"

“He made it possible for you to live, and this is my own way of thanking him. He did all this for his mother. Why should I abandon him after getting what I wanted?” “Ava, are you hearing yourself?” Peter’s voice hardened. “Don’t be fooled by his generosity. Men like that don’t change overnight.” I pulled my hand away from his. “There’s a rumor about him being in the mafia. There’s a whole conspiracy surrounding him. I did quite a lot of research about him, and something is not adding up.” “I don’t care.” The words came out immediately. Peter stared at me. “I’m not leaving until my contract ends. Matter of fact, he has agreed to terminate my contract after one year if his mother gets well.”

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

He even had his mother pin down my legs while they forced me into this nightclub outfit. I looked at them. I screamed with everything my throat had. I cursed with everything my lips could form. Not a single sound came out. "Behave. Trust me, you don't want to find out what the mafia does to people who cause problems." Then she showed me a few videos. Bodies hanging from the ceiling. People being fed to the ocean. Her eyes were full of smug satisfaction, like this would be enough to scare me into compliance. All I gave her back was every ounce of spit I could muster.

“Enzo knew exactly who she belonged to. “And he did it anyway.” The silence became suffocating. Then my uncle turned his attention to the men around the table. “You raised your hands because you believed this man could lead you.” His gaze returned to me. “So tell me…” He paused. “How can a man who cannot control his dick be trusted to control this family?” “The man who cannot control his dick has no desire to control the mafia,” I spat. My uncle chuckled. “Then why did you take what belonged to the man who holds the position you claim you don't want?”

"Come on Niyler, I know you are smarter than that. What are you going to go up to the guy and say? Hey you know my parents are a part of a Mafia and seeing that your little scary friend knows me and my mom, I was just wondering are you guys part of a Mafia too?" My eyes widen. Stefano didn't ask me what he meant by that statement. I wonder if he knew who I was all along. What if he's just playing me to steal something valuable from me? "Do you think Stefano is a part of the Mafia?" "Why else would that guy say like mother like daughter? Aunty married the leader of a Mafia and you are the daughter rolling around with the guy who screams danger." "That's a bit harsh Harper, don't you think? I

Maximo growled. My heartbeat stopped. Maximo was a Don? A mafia don? My father was killed by the mafia. My mother ran away and got into an abusive marriage, which eventually led to her death because of the mafia. I grew up with an abusive stepfather because of the mafia. My grandmother and aunt are still in hiding till this day because of the f*cking mafia! My vision blurred as a seething rage bubbled up inside me. I zoned out and didn't get the rest of their conversation. My hands balled into fists as Maximo barged back into the room again. He headed for the bed and crouched beside me.

Amy sighed dramatically but let me drag her downstairs. I tried to reason with her, hoping to bring her back from the brink of whatever spiral she was on. When she went right for the Vodka, we all knew it was going to be a long night. "Amy, you do realize your uncle is the head of the mafia, and your brother is basically the devil reincarnated, right? If a guy even so much as makes you frown, their life is over." "Yeah, I guess." She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she pulled away from me.