Massimo Twin Brother Novels & Stories

“Maximus has a godfather? What was his name?” I shook my head. “He didn’t tell me. But he looked… suspicious. Old, in a wheelchair, and there was this other guy with him. His name was Massimo.” “Massimo is a very common Italian name. Hard to figure anything out from that,” Caelian muttered, frowning. “His best friend’s name was Dolcezza.” “Again, pretty common. What else have you got?” he pressed.

Unlike Max, who was lean and boyish, this man was broader, rougher, with a kind of wild energy. Eight years of friendship, and Max had never once told me about this. A twin brother? If he kept something this big from me, it could only mean they weren’t close. “Climb on,” he said suddenly, tossing me a helmet. “Maxello had to go somewhere, so he asked me to pick you up.” I caught it, rolling my eyes at the proud little smirk tugging at his lips before climbing on the back of the bike. “How come he never told me about you?” I asked, strapping the helmet under my chin.

My heart is aching everytime I see that my twin is having a hard time. “Take care of my twin for me,” she said to my secretary before leaving my office. I looked at the invitation again and opened it up. “Theodore Williams,” I read aloud. I wonder how huge his clan that my parents chose him for my twin. “Do you think you can attend the wedding?” My secretary asked. “I mean, the Mafia world doesn't know that Ms. Bria has a twin sister,” she added with a lot of concerns. I chuckled as I realized it. My twin still invited me when she knows that well. It was me who asked my clan to hide it to the world they have.

And that’s a disaster waiting to happen. Because my brother doesn’t operate on logic or diplomacy. He operates on instinct. On blood. On the kind of protective rage that’s gotten people killed for far less. And Massimo? He’s not just anyone. He’s a Bianchi. The heir to the Italian mob, our rivals in every sense, even if the truce still holds on paper. We’re living on their land. They rule Italy. To my brother, Massimo isn’t a potential love interest. He’s a threat. A loaded gun pointed at my heart.

Massimo replies and the two of them lock up in a tight embrace that looks more like a death grip. I stand oddly to the side, my eyes fixed on the display in front of me. Massimo breaks the hug and turns to me, with an uncomfortable look on his face. “Pamela, this is my younger brother…” Oh no. “... Kal.”

Massimo chose a neutral location for the meeting in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city that had once been Valentino territory. Now it belonged to neither family, a no-man's-land perfect for a conversation that could end in bloodshed. He arrived early, flanked by two of his most trusted men who waited outside. This conversation needed to happen face-to-face, brother to... brother. The word felt foreign in his mind, like a language he'd never learned. Mikal arrived exactly on time, also alone except for his security detail that remained at a distance. The Russian Pakhan walked in with the same predatory grace Massimo had noted before, but now he saw it differently. Now he looked fo

Cocaine? Massimo lied to me, he has been lying to me. He told me that Jeremy owed him and couldn't pay back. He didn't tell me what Jeremy owes him or what and who Jeremy is to him. He told me that he didn't know that I was Jeremy's sister until I was brought, which was a huge fat lie. Massimo had done a background search on me after the night of the incident at the restaurant. He knew I was Jeremy's sister even before he took me.

~Massimo’s POV~ It was one thing to sleep with someone you had no iota of feelings for and another entirely to find out that you were in fact sleeping with the twin of the person you had no iota of feelings for. My confusion knew no bounds as I glared between Jamie and her so-called twin sister, Jannie, but what confused me the most was how she had been able to behave just like her sister, temporarily deceiving me and making me sleep with her. Maybe sluttiness simply ran deep in their blood.

he whispered over my cum covered panties, licked the top of my panties using his tongue. Opening my eyes, in the after effect, they landed on a smirking Aamon, "Did you like that?" "What!" I gasped in realization of what had just happened, I had just let my bully's twin brother make me climax. Oh goddess! Dearest goddess, this was wrong in all ways possible to say out.

Marcus "Why and how you know that he is with me?" "He is my brother and she told me about you" "Brother?" I repeated his word to myself. "Yes, Maxon is my twin brother" "But you guys don't look alike" "Yeah, that's because we are non-identical twins" It makes sense, I nodded to him as I sat on the chair making him squat on his knees as my bodyguards aim the guns at his head so if he ever tried the silly move of running away then you guys are smart to know the rest.