My Mafia Step Brother Novels & Stories

“Danny... Chadwick is in the mafia. What if he takes this too far?” I rolled my eyes, scoffing. “Don't worry. Chadwick won't do anything crazy. He'll just lock Fred up, just the way he did with my brothers." Erica stared at me as if I had grown two heads. “You really don't know Chadwick, do you? You don't really know his family too.” I frowned. “What do you mean by that? I know they're in the mafia, but they're not like those bad guys in movies. Chadwick is reasonable.”

I had never seen him nervous and scared of anything but today he looked unsure about everything. "Who is he?" I asked taking a glance at the man on the floor. “He is the only brother of Beckham Grayson,” he stated and continued, “he is a ruthless mafia and when he finds out that you’ve killed his brother, he will kill you." He finished I detected fear in his voice. That kind of fear I've never seen in my uncle. I refused to run away and held my ground but I didn’t get much choice when they both consistently told me to get away from here.

My eyes bulged at his words, he was the boss which meant that everything that went on in this vault was controlled by him including the dead body I saw earlier. "Don't be scared I won't break your bones." He said rubbing my shoulders as I quivered under him. " As long as you behave." I could sense the threat in that last word and it seized my breath. Was he really going to hurt me if I refused? I had to be realistic here, he was my stepbrother but he was a mafia boss and from all I know about the mafia you don't want to mess with them or annoy them even the slightest. At worse I could end up like the other lady.

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.

My father is very heavy on secrets and privacy so I was shocked that he mentioned the word in the presence of Nora. “What? She knows that this is a mafia family right?” He paused for a while to stare at me and Mrs Miller. “Come on, son, you are fucking her and she still don’t know even that much.” My father mocked me annoyingly. Nora ran upstairs, her mother followed after her. “We are not fucking!… yet. Also, I will handle my shit myself, so stay out of it.” I ordered.

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.

I started arguing and whining " Peter, I did what you wanted, do the same." He huffed, annoyed. I took a deep breath and calmed down. "Anyway, we are not together anymore, but May I know why?" I asked him " Your right, her father is one of the Mafia's leaders. " " My brother is the boss of one of the strongest Mafia too." I said " I need to keep the details for myself, just you have to know that they are dangerous." " Enemies?" I asked

I desperately tried to remember what happened last night that had led to me in bed with my new stepbrother, Demetrio DeLeon, the don of the entire Italian mafia and most dangerous man in Chicago. My mother was getting married to his father, Manuel DeLeon, the retired godfather of the city. She had invited me for the little get together Manuel was throwing to celebrate their union. As usual, Penelope, my mother, and I had gotten into an argument about what I was wearing and why I wasn't even trying to fit in with the crowd, and I had drunk myself silly to drown her incessant tittering. Worthless. Piece of shit. Mistake. The accusations were piling up on top of me, squeezing my heart of everyt

he yells again, looking at my confused expression, and getting way too close. “He is in the Italian Mafia Jamie! For fuck sakes! And he’s not just in the mafia, his father is the Italian Don!” I look at him in horror, my eyes going as wide as they possibly could go as I back away from him. My brother joined the mafia… How could I have missed this? I sit down on my couch, not being able to stand due to the buckling in my knees.

I cleared my throat. "As much as I want to say no… you’re family. Go ahead." He shrugged—but his words cut deep. I didn’t know whether to be happy he considered me family, or disturbed by it… especially given the circumstances. "Are you working for the mafia too?" I knew I was crossing a line—talking about the mafia was as taboo as the feelings I had for my stepbrother.