The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
Mia had not even lived under my care for two weeks and I hadn’t been close to her for up to a week, and yet, she was making me do things that women of all shapes and sizes had never made me do.
“You promise?” She asked as she looked up at me innocently.
My blood pulse increased as I stared back at her. How would anyone dare to hurt a girl like Mia? She was like a delicate jewel that needed to be cared for, nurtured, and taken care of, which was why I still had this grudge against her mother and stepfather for even thinking of selling her off, and that bloody bastard whom I had to kill for touching her.
“I promise, Mia,” I declared, promising over and over again.