Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

He asked and somehow I knew his obvious panic wasn’t just because I had slept with another man. “You know him?” I had to ask. “Brielle,” Finn said, sounding like his soul had left his body. “That’s Dante Moretti.” He exclaimed, like he was someone I was supposed to recognize but I failed to. “Am I supposed to know him?” I just had to ask again. “You should,” Cassandra breathed. “Everyone knows who the Morettis are.” “Can someone just tell me what is happening?! Who are the fucking Morettis?” “They’re mafia,” Finn whispered, not even bothering to hide his panic. “They run half the damn city, Bri.” My blood turned to ice that instant. What the heck have I gotten myself into?

“The one from the store.” My stomach tightened. He stepped closer. “The one who couldn't keep his hands to himself. The one who thought he could walk up to you, put jewellery around your neck and play the gentleman while I was standing right there.” “He didn't do anything wrong.” His expression changed. “Didn't he?” “No. He was kind to me. Something you clearly found offensive.” His jaw flexed. “Be careful, Elena.” “Why? Because I thanked someone for treating me with basic respect?”

"You promised to be the keeper of my home. Do not break that promise." I had no idea what Anthony was on about but I knew that it deeply bothered mother. Anthony exited the dinning room and left without a backward glance. Mother glared at me. "You showed him the letter?" She asked in disbelief and anger. "No, I did." Aaron replied and got up from his chair. "Cassandra had no idea about the letter. She did not even open it." I could see the betrayed look she gave her step son. Maybe she believed that Aaron owed her some form of loyalty.

Dad had 22 sons before he finally got me, a daughter at last. He was so thrilled that he replaced our century-old crest of two lions with a lily. I grew up surrounded by doting older brothers. But not one of them had a clue about girls. So when my brother Anthony Gambino brought Elena Bellini home from Milan, I was delighted. When we first met, she stroked my hair and promised to have afternoon tea with me every day. Anthony said she was the love of his life. When Dad saw how much I liked her, he approved the marriage on the spot. But the day after the wedding, she cornered me in the glass greenhouse at the back of the estate. "You stupid little girl. Did you really think I came here to be y

"Luca. They’re targeting her now. This is step one. Next is her in that picture for real. In a body bag." "She’s under our protection." "Protection didn’t stop a guy with a gun in the west wing." I stand. "She’s not leaving." "Why?" Marco asks. "Because of the contract?" "Because of the contract," I lie. "Or because you saw what I saw?" "What did you see?" "That she doesn’t bow," Marco says. "And neither do we." We stare at each other. This is how it starts. Brothers vs brothers. Over a girl. Over pride.

Until now, she had been nothing more than dolcezza or little mouse — names he used to mock her weakness and remind her of her place. Hearing her real name from him like that somehow frightened her more than any insult. “No…” she whispered, pushing at his broad chest, but Cassian didn't move. “You… you can’t want me… we are step-siblings.” She struggled against his hold, her bruised palms pressing against his chest. She tried to put even a little distance between them, but he wouldn't let her. The whole situation made her stomach twist. They lived under the same roof, tied together by their parents' forced alliance and the syndicate agreements that controlled their lives.

Head maid Carly stated. Kiah on hearing this asked, "What about your siblings?" "I have a sister and she's a fully qualified midwife" "So how did you manage to escape the family medical train?" "Escape wasn't easy" head maid Carly said with a credible lightness. "My parents were disappointed when I enrolled to a catering school in Brussels instead of nursing school in Bristol." "My baby sister recently moved to Boston." Head maid Carly said removing the oven gloves she was wearing. "Is your sister happy there?"

She revealed I part my mouth slightly at the mention of her confirming that her brother is the Don. “Oh, you know that he's in the mafia?” I questioned. “Yeah, he's the mafia, so I have to know. I'm an enforcer also, although the only thing I would have loved more was to be his Consigliere but Papa says if that should happen, I will make sure Hunter kills almost everyone, for no God damn reason.” She pouted her lips, Liam's jaw ticked at the action, and his veins popped out. “Yes, that is because you give the worst advice in the whole world. Imagine if someone talked back at the Don, you would ask them to pull out his tongue and shove it down his throat, wouldn't you? ” Liam retorted.

There is no other person to blame except for myself when it comes to her. Maybe it is a good thing that we are no longer together. Her connections to the mafia is clearly a boundary that I'm not willing to go past, a line that I am unwilling to cross. It seems like she is happy with them though, happier than I ever could've made her. So, the men she was with are her brothers. Does that mean that Sebastian is her brother too? They have always been affectionate with each other, pushing the boundaries of what a brother and sister should be like with one another.