My Mafia Step Brother Novels & Stories

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

Isabella clutched her chest, pretending to be shocked. "Oh my god, Carina, you'd wish death on your own brother? That's horrible..." I stood up and walked toward Adriano. "What proof do you want? Leo's body? His ashes?" "If I have to." I took a step closer, my voice shaking with rage. "You will look at it. You will look at what you did." Isabella suddenly shot to her feet, pointing a trembling finger at me. "You're sick! Using your brother’s fake death for attention! You're disgusting!"

Betty, who always acted so weak she couldn't even twist open a bottle cap, was now swirling a glass of red wine, looking down on me. "Well, look who it is. Our little charity case of a mafia princess." "Does it hurt, sister?" She ground the tip of her high heel into my ankle, her laughter echoing. "You really think brother is coming to save you? Dream on. He's busy picking out a dress for my book launch right now." "You're insane! What do you want?!" I struggled against my bonds. "What do I want?" Betty took a sip of wine. "I want to get rid of you, you useless obstruction."

"It took me quite a good time to get that. And now I'm having love problems because of it." I looked up from the paper. "By love interest, you mean my brother." His smile told me everything. I walked around the desk and stopped right in front of him, shadowing him with those few extra inches. "I don't like you being with my baby brother." "Why?" he shot back. "He's not a child." "Damien is not ready for the trouble you are going to bring to him." He opened his mouth to disagree, but I dropped the real blow. "When will you be leaving the Mafia?"

I welcomed her in a bear hug as she sat on my bed… “So…” “So what?” “Where’s he?” She asked smiling widely “Who?” “You know who I’m talking about…Your hot mafia stepbrother” “Please don’t” “What? I’m being honest, those tats make him look even hotter” “Suit yourself” “I know he’s your stepbrother, but you can’t deny the fact that he is good looking” “Enough of all of that, I called you here to get my mind of him, but you’re still blabbing about how good he looks, are you kidding me right now?”

I fiddled with my hands and took a step back from him. “I … uhm… I have met your mom and sister before, at a Christmas party in Russia,” I said, suddenly feeling sick. Alexandra’s words suddenly flashed in my mind. “Our families are old friends.” “My brother Aleksey is looking for his female…” “I’m a hacker…” “You don’t have a clue do you…” Oh my goddess. Pavel’s family are mafia! They’re all in it together! My eyes darted all over the place, as it all finally made sense. His family didn’t approve of me because I wasn’t in the life. I wasn’t like them. Oh shit...

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.”

# *The Mafia and His Stepsister* ### Bonus Epilogue: A Different Kind of Forever The morning sun spilled across the marble floors of the villa, turning everything gold. Aria stretched beneath the silk sheets, the warm sea breeze teasing her hair. She blinked sleepily and turned her head — and there he was. Luciano. Already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and rumpled, reading the morning paper like he didn’t rule an empire of blood and power.