Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Charlie coldly questioned, “Who did your brother tell you to pick up?” Franco dared not hide it and hurriedly said, “There’s a girl named Stephanie from the Italian mafia’s submitted name list this time. My big brother told me to take her to New York...” Charlie had heard from the Italian mafia that the other party would be coming over to pick up the girls on a yacht. It was said that a powerful man from a strong background had his eyes on one of the girls in the trade this time. When Charlie heard Stephanie’s name from Franco, he initially thought that Franco’s brother was the one who had an interest in Stephanie.

"We will, daughter. We won't rest until Alessandro is safe, and Domenico pays for what he has done." Georgia closed her eyes, clenching her fists. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but considering the circumstances, she had nothing left to do but trust the man. After all, her father was also an intelligent mafia leader, perhaps not in an organization as large as Templo Negro, but certainly in one large enough for her to put her full trust in him.

Matteo was nineteen then, already being raised to become the heir of his fathers criminal organization, he’s a boy who had to grow into a man earlier than most kids and he had already being shaped into something dangerous. They were never introduced as siblings, Never encouraged to bond as family either. The marriage between both parents had just been a business deal.. The house was too tense, too constricting even for Alessia a former mafia princess who was used to danger. Stuck in a situation she could barely understand with a cold and non existent step father and a step sibling that intrigued her more than her books.. Things took a turn, proximity does things to people, just as how the ac

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

“My mother’s a wolfsbane addict. She’s in deep with the human mafia and makes sure the drugs and money go where they’re supposed to. Eric’s refusal to push wolfsbane is what got him disowned.” Silence engulfed us, and as my brain raced to connect the dots, I felt the compulsory twitch of my fingers. Every alarm in my head was ringing, telling me the fair-skinned she-wolf in front of me was dangerous. Even though it had never led me astray before, there was one thing it failed to understand. Everyone in this town was dangerous. “Your brother was disowned for not wanting to work with the mafia…but not you. Why?” I clamped my lips shut the moment the question escaped them.

she affirmed. "I know, but you do know he wasn't aware about who Martina truly is. You kept a big secret from him. He didn't know you're in the Mafia Martina, he didn't even know you're an enemy's only daughter. You think he would date you if he knew? Really?" I raised my voice. "He won't. He even had problems with his brothers when they got to know I wasn't Russian." She opened "Can you imagine! I am sure he must have loved you for him to have fought for you. You got a hard mind sis. One, I don't wish to emulate. You're fit to run the Mafia, you got nothing to lose on the outside anymore"

She hated mafia for the injustice it caused to her mother, maybe she even hated the dominated rule but she still was brought up by the same dirty mafia's money. The mother's injustice was agreeable but what not agreeable was her keeping connections with the mafia if she hated them that much. Same like madam Genelia hinted to the attorney brother, she didn't wanted to be the part of mafia but she was always seeking for warmth from the brothers. What's stopping her was her hatred for the mafia not the brothers but she still have to understand the complications also, the brothers belonged to the mafia first. They were titled. They can never be separated with their background and title.

Zoe explained. “Damn that is fucked up. Have they found your father yet?” I asked. “No, but he has been seen. He owes that mafia guy a lot of money and I was the payment. I wanted you to know that there was nothing going on between me and the twins. They have already chosen the woman they want and that woman is you. You are all they talk about. Those two are wrapped around your little finger and you don’t even know it. I know what they said because they told me, but I also understand why they said what they said. I know they are your stepbrothers but that doesn’t matter to me. They said that shit that day to avoid all those catty stuck up bitches from starting terrible rumour about you if th

“ Steph , you and I know this is not the truth? Where is my brother? I asked. “ I don’t understand your question? What do you mean where is your brother? She asked. “ why do you ask as if I can raise the dead? Your brother is dead and that is the truth” she says. “ Steph, I will ask you for the last time about my brother? He says. “ Seamus, I think you should begin to take your leave , you have overstayed your unwelcome visit” he says. “ What will you do? Seamus? I am now a mafia Queen, I have my men and I can ask them to beat you up , remember that that you are the only one here and I have lots of my men” I she said.

When Emilio dragged open the slit by her thigh, showing the beautiful tattoo that Xiomar had done for her, I realized too late that my brothers would want to keep this witness. I still wanted her dead. We had a simple rule. Kill everyone, no explanation. The Mafia is no joke, the smallest witness would lead to the destruction of our family. Finding out the sweet little girl we marked and the Russo bride were the same person was a punch to my gut. I had to kill her, yet I wanted to sink my cock between those red lips. She had grown. Matured. Her boobs were fuller, her eyes much brighter like they carried secrets of death and shadow. She was an Italian woman, born into this harsh world. Her fa