My Mafia Step Brother Novels & Stories

Mark said. "Then you should ask your brother to give him a job and request the body to be delivered, and you will see for yourself," Lucia said, and I shook my head. "He has done some work for me, and I have never been disappointed. He tracks down someone very fast. I had a traitor in my mafia, and I had been searching for him for seven months. My second-in-command then suggested that we hire him. After six hours, I was called and informed that the job was done," James said.

I gave him a cocky grin, “But I just want to do it better.” Laughing, he nodded. “Well, I think you’re off to a good start. So, two brothers? How old are they and they both came to this school?” Slowly, I nodded, realizing I may have fucked up. He’d eventually know who I was, I just didn’t want to throw the fact I was a mafia boss’ daughter at him so soon. Maybe if I just kept it flippant, he let it go. “Yeah, two brothers. One is twenty-eight and the other twenty-one. My oldest brother graduated, the youngest one didn’t bother finishing stating that college wasn’t for him.”

He said and relax his back. She took her seat slowly looking at him as he does, "my brother, feathers Brandon,. He was the best and the lost ruthless guy in this clan and dad was all happy about him. He was my senior brother so he had the right to his throne, he's the next heir apparently to the Mafia lord seat and I was just there" He paused. "Do you know what i meant when I said I was just there? He's just two years older than me beside we aren't the same mother,you know why I'm telling you this?" He asked stopping his story.

It was a dumb question, born from too many late nights piecing together weird vibes and half-heard rumors, but once it was out, I couldn’t take it back. He stopped, one foot slightly above the ground. “Just because you’re fucking your stepbrother doesn’t give you an easy access to gossip on what’s happening in the mafia world, Levi. Stay in your fucking lane and don’t poke your nose in what doesn’t make you cum, stick to Lorenzo’s cock and stay out of my business”. I was about to snap back at him when he continued. “I think your main focus should be how your mother doesn’t find out you’re fucking your stepbrother, no? What a poor heart she’s got”.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

she paused, pointing towards Aldrich before she continued “...... someone that is supposed to be your step brother!” I took my gaze to the floor, unable to answer. I'm as much as she was angry and hurt, she was right. Aldrich is supposed to be my stepbrother and I shouldn't have gotten involved with him. But his touches and the way my body responds effortlessly to his. If I was alone, I would have slapped myself for the thoughts that were running through my head in this situation. Aldrich have messed up with not only my head, bug my entire body system.

Amaya says. She texts him back and he says that they will explain when they get here. I am not sure how they tracked me, but something tells me it has to do with my dad. The place they have is clearly an older residence. “Stephano says we are one state south of home. That means we are in another mafia's territory. That is why they want out of here ASAP. If they get caught here without permission from the other mafia it is like declaring war.” Amaya adds.

He just tapped the ash from his cigarette into a crystal tray. Rafael had been giving this same speech for three years. He couldn't stand that his son had taken the mafia crown but refused to wear it the way Rafael wanted. Sebastian had built his own empire. His own men, his own territory, run with a ruthless efficiency the traditional Spanish Mafia had never seen. "I don't play," Sebastian replied smoothly, his tone flat and unbothered. "I rule. There is a difference, old man."

Chapter Four I was just eight-years old when I my father came back to our home. Yes, he left us for the Bruse Mafia. He worked there for years, he use all his knowledge to work to them but because of changes, he decided to leave that organization. And of course, the consequences of that, he'll die. And so as my Mom. But little did we know, before that tragedy happened, when he came back, he introduced Freyia as my step-sister.

he threatened. " Story time little darling! Once upon a time there were two brothers, Logan and Jacob McCoy! Both born into the terrifying yet powerful world of mafia led by their family. Logan was the older one was definitely going to inherit the entire mafia but that definitely did not sit well with Jacob who found himself more capable of leading and was just a year younger, So he planned and married a woman of enemy mafia, swooning her in his love, creating a peace treaty between the two mafia. his decision so cunning, highlighted him in the eyes of his old man that he was now made the new mafia king and his older brother his servant.