Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

He might have been family once, but that title is gone with him after his betrayal. Aldo was my father’s stepbrother, the product of my grandfather’s affair with a stripper who had worked in one of our clubs. My grandfather’s infidelity was not a secret. My grandmother had endured it for years, bound by the unbreakable chains of mafia marriage. In the mafia there is no divorce . Once you step in ,you only can leave this world after your death. Even knowing all about the cheatings she could not leave my grandfather.

I didn’t want her to be put in any danger. “Look, it isn’t as bad or scary as you think. Valerio is in the mafia and he wasn’t a bad guy at all, right? It’s just Mr. Romano and Mr. Rossi that any of us girls worry about. Everyone else is absolutely harmless,” she said like it was absolutely nothing. Shaking my head, I walked away. I wasn’t upset with her, I was upset with myself. I should’ve listened to Janice when she told me about Mr. Romano. Something about him was just pulling me in and it was impossible to stop it.

She had a good shape, every part was more and more attractive, a tiny waist, full hips, and the most impressive rack he'd ever seen. "And why should I let you go?" He inquired, enjoying his scheme more and more as time went on. "It's illegal... You will be detained if you do anything to us" She gritted her teeth while her hands were defending herself from his disgusting sneer. He laughed out louder. "Do you think any punk have the gut to detain me?" Her eyes widened as she heard his words. How could she forget who he was? After all, he was the brother of a mafia don in the country who feared for no one.

Raffaele glanced in my father's direction, searching for assistance. "Don't dispute it. When I see what I desire, I know it. And you want Freya," hissed Damon . It was not refuted by Raffaele. "If I see you gazing at her in that way once more. If I discover you two alone in a room together. I will murder you if I discover that you have touched her hand as much. Raffaele became flushed. "You don't belong to the Outfit. Even if I had raped her, no one would ever tell you anything. For you, I could break her in." God, Raffaele, stop talking.

Alisa had barely marked her twelfth year when one night, men from the Russian Mafia barged into our home, murdered our parents and then kidnapped us. That was the end of a happy childhood. Everything that made me happy, died that night. Except Alisa. And I would do anything to protect that bit of happiness. The mafia boss had told them to send us to the brothel. The thought of Alisa getting abused in a lousy place disgusted me. So I had fought. And begged. And promised to do anything else as long as my sister would be kept separate from their world. The boss made a deal with me then. “I'll let your sister go, if you can prove your worth to me in a year.”

I broke it off and she had been my enemy ever since. To get back at me, she and her new rebound plotted to take my life and they almost succeeded. Here I was with various degree burns and broken bones stuck with a gloating ex. She still wanted me because a woman like her could not handle being rejected. Blame mommy and daddy for that. She was in a short leather skirt with matching boots that reached her thigh and a white form fitting blouse. It gave of some form of high school vibe. "Your men are nothing without your leadership, and you know the rules, a member of any mafia can not make a move without the consent of the big boss which is you," She said. "But how will poor Stephan call for he

"She’s no Luna, She’s a fucking stripper, how was she able to do that?" "You mean seducing a Mafia Lord? How cheap." "Or maybe they’re related—wouldn’t put it past those sick bastards." "Too fragile to be attached to a Mafia Lord." Their words were sharp, slicing into me like tiny, invisible blades. Both men and women talked loudly and I regretted stepping my feet in this place all because of my stupid step sisters. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to keep my breathing steady as I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crack but the weight of those black eyes kept me rooted in place, unable to move, unable to think.

My men pulled him up by his shirt and made him sit back on the stool with his face leaking everywhere. “This isn't some local street gang you are fucking with. This is the mafia and we do not fuck around, you understand me? The next time I see one of you in my neighborhood, on my street and you dare touch one of my businesses, I will kill you on the spot.” My voice raised with every new word until I was all up in one of their faces.

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

I murmured, recalling the words of her husband and brother. “Submissive, me? Never! I understand the mafia hierarchy and respect it. For example, I know when I can tease my brother and when I need to respect the Capo of the Camorra.” She started chatting excitedly, unbothered by my nudity. “Like when I fell in love with Frank, he acted as my brother and didn’t try to stop me. He knew he’d taught me to choose someone who would honor not just the mafia.” “It’s incredible that you managed to marry for love in the mafia, especially with your family being at such a high level.”