Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles Novels & Stories

But I thanked the gods every single day that I had escaped at the right time. My stepfather was a well-known businessman to the outside world but nobody actually knew what or who he truly was nor did anyone know what kind of power he truly possessed and how much control he had over many things. He was the Don of one of the biggest mafias more specifically the American mafia Don but he might have given his title to one of my stepbrothers in the last two years. And I had a good guess on which one of his sons he picked. Maximus. The cruelest one of them, he was the one that inflicted the most agonizing mental torture on me. He reveled in seeing people struggle and beg at his feet for mercy.

“If Mia tried to run away again, I would kill you first and then her. All my life I have been humiliated by everyone. But I won't let my own children humiliate me like this again. Tomorrow Klaus is getting enthroned as our new Don. How do you think I would be feeling right now. My own nephew is going to surpass me in ranking. The boy who I taught to walk is going to rule over me. He would command orders to me. Francesco snatched my pride but Kalus, he was going to snatch everything from me. The first order he gave is to be present there. All the capos. His captains, his soldiers and family members have to be present there. When everyone else would stand on stage with him, I would be the only

“Mom used to say how you and she did some pretty wild things when you were our age. Are you going to teach us that kind of stuff?” Laughing warmly, I shook my head. “No, baby girl, those wild adventures are lessons for when you’re older. Trust me, if you’re anything like your mom and me, you’ll know exactly what to do when the time comes.” “All right, Mom,” Athena chimed in, her voice tinged with a mischievous edge. “Spill the beans. Tell us some secrets, especially if they involve escaping Carter and Abel every once in a while.” As you both are well aware, your dad and Uncle Michael are deeply involved in the mafia, and back in those days, Pop Pop was too. He held the position of mafia boss

Turns out Bruno is currently in Russia taking care of business as Mr Vince explains . “ I’m the mafia “ once more his words echoed through my head. Bruno said he’s the mafia . I’m not supposed to feel this way towards him . For starters he's my stepbrother . He is also associated with the mafia . Bruno is like a forbidden fruit which I am not supposed to taste . But after having a taste of this forbidden fruit . I anticipate more .

I've always wanted to be the head of our mafia family clan, and right now I am willing to do anything to have it all to myself, even if it means killing my own father. “I don't care about my father, Marco. Do as I have instructed you to do. Got it?” I demanded. "Yes, sir!” Marco responded. I grinned, knowing that getting rid of Stephanie and my father at the same time in order to inherit my grandfather's mafia clan would be like killing two birds with one stone.

Zuri blows a strand of straight hair out of her eyes. “I’m getting to that. You see, your parents were part of a mafia gang called “Marie.” It’s the biggest mafia syndicate in New York and it’s headed by a man named King Murder. I don’t know why Amanda was sold, but I believe Bhyron will tell you all of that himself.” Silence. “But I can tell you this; King Murder was responsible for the attack at your wedding. His men killed grandma Alice...” Pain shoots through my veins like bolts of electricity. The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents.

As I was just finding out that the man who abandoned us had become a father again to my supervisor, the shocker was his new physique and character,it wasn't the same character that could tolerate youths insults,now he degraded grown men. My father wasn't a wimp anymore but....a mafia don. As I was leaving, the table beside me made a noise which drew Miss Harper attention, she entered fully,looking directly at that corner I was seated in, and what she brought out of her purse showed me she was also in the league.

"And out of my bed." The door shut behind him before I could speak. That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, my pulse trembling in my throat. This was my life now. The mansion. The Mafia. The wolves. And three stepbrothers who didn't just want to protect me— They wanted to own me.

The trust, and the fatherly pride were all vanishing bit by bit. "Papa, you have to believe me," Marcus pleaded. "Everything I've done has been for you, and for our family." "Our family?" Antonio's laugh was bitter. "If you've been stealing from me, and if you've been making deals behind my back, then you're no son of mine." The distraction was working. Antonio's attention was completely focused on Marcus now, and I could see Dante working really hard to undo his chains. The metal was old, and rusted. If he could just—

ISADORA The next morning, Luca joined me for breakfast. The image of him drenched in blood yesterday was still fresh in my mind, a sharp reminder of who he truly was—the head of the most powerful mafia in the country. Those small moments we’d shared, the meals, the conversations, had lulled me into forgetting the danger. But now, I couldn’t. Not when I knew how easily he could end me. I avoided looking at him, keeping my eyes glued to my plate, but he noticed. Of course, he noticed.