Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

By the end of dinner, when the plates had been cleared and the maids silently returned the room to pristine perfection, I realized something terrifying. This wasn’t going to be a passing crush. It wasn’t a fleeting attraction I could push aside. It was a storm that had already settled in my chest, a heat that refused to dissipate, a thought I couldn’t escape. I wanted Adrian in ways I didn’t understand. And knowing that he was forbidden—knowing that he was my stepbrother—made the feeling burn even hotter.

She muttered under her breath as they let themselves in. The truth was far more complicated than she could give out the full details. How would she explain that her mom had left her abusive husband, running back to her hometown in Italy with her when she found her first love, who treated her like his own daughter? That instead of being the perfect daughter, she had fallen for her four stepbrothers? And how her mom’s death wasn’t actually just an accident. But more. How was she going to explain that? Or the biggest elephant in the room was the fact that not only did she know them, but she fell for her stepbrothers.

Drugged by my fiancé and my best friend. Dragged into the penthouse of New York’s most ruthless Mafia Don. But instead of panicking, my tight nerves finally let go. I'm finally home. My fiancé thought the drugs fried my brain. He grabbed my jaw roughly. "Listen up, bitch. Our gang's port smuggling route depends entirely on tonight!" "Word is Cassian's been looking for a woman with a specific butterfly birthmark. The one on your collarbone should fool him." "Serve him like the slut you are. Make him happy. Once the deal is done, I'll even toss you a few stacks of cash." My best friend stroked her red lips and giggled. "Yeah! Getting into the Don's bed is a blessing. Don't act like a prude. On

she mused. ​Despite his chiseled, intimidating features, his face possessed a youthful fullness that made him look oddly endearing when at rest. To think that this ruthless, mafia-boss figure could seem so gentle to her felt surreal. Anyone else would call her insane for falling hopelessly in love with her own stepbrother—a powerful, feared criminal kingpin—at the center of a life so far removed from her own gentle nature. ​Yet, none of that mattered. She had surrendered her entire self to him, and she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she loved him completely. ​"Was last night not enough for you, baby?" Sirius' deep, gravelly morning voice broke softly through her reverie.

The pain of potentially losing her receded to a dull ache in my chest. "I'd be lying if I said that I don't worry sometimes, though," she whispered quietly. "The truth is, I worry a lot. I worry about you, Andre." "I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death."

I say without thinking and momentarily wished I were tongue-tied instead. But she only chuckles. “Most mafia women are indeed kept as bargaining chips, but my brother could see that it would be a bad idea to marry me off to a man who thought he could control me,” she says, crossing her arms again. “He would have ended up with his dick cut off and stuffed down his throat.” “Yikes,” I say at that mental image, and she grins. “Was there… a reason you stopped me?”

Adrian's Pov The tears kept falling from her eyes like a cascade, and she didn't dare look up. I held the tray to stop it from shaking, but she tightened her grip around it and said- “My father wouldn't try to kill you.” Her voice was shaking, and when she looked up at me, her eyes were swollen and red. Isabelle was innocent. Which mafia family doesn't kill people? “You should know that, it's just the truth.” She tried convincing me.

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 .

She tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear and whispered, “Isla, darling, don’t cry. You have me now. I’ll take care of you.” Her voice shook. Not just from grief but also from fear. Rosa had never wanted me. I was an unexpected plan in her mix. All she wanted was freedom, Paris, silk dresses, and champagne—not guardianship of her dead sister’s daughter. I had overheard her complaining bitterly to her boyfriend over the phone a few days back. I could see her fear and worries in her glassy smile, in the way her hand trembled on my shoulder. She was already calculating what this meant. The burden of raising a mafia child. The shadow of my parents’ enemies. I was a burden to her. I pulled aw

“She has just started her new life as a mafia quee. From what I know about the mafia, because I am the head of it, it's hard for any leader to set you free so that you can go marry someone and have babies.” “The only way into the mafia is through blood, and the only way out is through blood too. She must’ve run away from her father, and if she did, that means that he had some conditions while taking her back. They wouldn’t forgive her so easily.” “All I am saying is that we need to figure out what those conditions were before we decide to trust her again. Maybe she was told that she’s supposed to forget she ever had any children or any family.” “That would mean that you being here is a liabi