My Mafia Step Brother Novels & Stories

Well, your father bastard-" "Can you shut up or speak clearly?! It's the bloody night, Stephen!" "Your half-brother is a monster!" "Who, Ethan!" Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Tyler stared at the ceiling for a long moment before replying, "No way." "Yeah, no shit Sherlock! Your brother just made Joe, the bartender, piss himself. Man, I am telling you, he is part of the mafia." Tyler's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. The weight of Stephen's words hung heavy in the air. A cold sweat broke out across Tyler's forehead as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind racing with a thousand questions.

“Shut the fuck up!“ yelled Mr Miller. Stephanie Brigance shut up her mouth as the mafia Don had ordered. She wasn't a wife to the late Gomez Waxson or even a concubine. She just happened to be the mother of his first child before she discovered his identity as the Don of an extended Mafia Family. Mr Miller gave a sign to Darkie and he came over with a phone in his hands. He gave the phone to Mr Miller and stood behind him. “Take this phone,” said Mr Miller with a voice filled with hatred. “Call your son and convince him to come and visit you. Tell him it's an emergency if possible.“ “He won't come,” Stephanie argued. “I haven't spoken to Raven since he decided to act on killing his step-sibl

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

with Dante. She reached the back stairs that led to the kitchen, but as she rounded the corner, a flashlight beam cut through the dark, pinning her like a moth to a wall. "Going somewhere, Stepmother?" It wasn't Dante. It was Marco. And he didn't look like he was following Lorenzo’s orders anymore. He looked like a man who had been offered a better deal. "The Rossi family sends their regards," Marco whispered, raising his suppressed pistol. "A dead heir is better than a fake one."

After making sure that no one was there, he jumped straight from his step-sister's room and sneaked towards his room. When he jumped from Callista's room, he unknowingly dropped something from his body. As Callista approached, she picked up a silver bracelet with the initials CF. It obviously belonged to someone she knew, as she had seen it every day for the past three years. It belonged to Caspian Frostbite, her step-brother. After picking up the bracelet, Callista started to panic when she realized something. She quickly ran out of the room, down the stairs, as she screamed for her parents.

The boundary between fiction and reality has blurred in a disturbing way, leaving me feeling frightened and disoriented. The truth is far more sinister than I had ever imagined. My stepbrother is not the person I thought he was—he's a twisted individual who takes pleasure in killing. As I overhear a conversation between Alex and his men, “Sir, Ray wants to meet the most fearsome mafia in the city -”

“Did you see all the news coverage? It's all anyone could talk about. How he helped the Sheriff, how brave he was, how good looking—" "Yeah, he's pretty amazing," I said quietly, unable to keep the fondness from my voice. Madison's eyes narrowed slightly. "Blair... Do you have a crush on your stepbrother?" My heart stopped. "What? No! That's—that's a pretty crazy and out of the blue accusation to make, Maddy. He's literally my brother." I responded, a little too flustered than I probably should. "Uh-huh," Madison said, clearly unconvinced by my terrible lying. "Because you just got this dreamy look on your face when talking about him, and—"

I had to put up the sweet lie. "And who?" He pushed further. I took a deep breath and let the whole thing that was inside me out. "My brother." I said sharply. "Brother? You are not to kill one of your own." The Mafia king had already gotten pissed off hearing this. "I am not killing him; I intend to make it easier for my son to get him out of the way." I made sure that was clear to everyone. "So how do you intend to get him out of the way?" One of the Random members threw the question at me.

It took my sister, my only sister, was shot in cold blood and my immediate younger brother whom I don't even know if he is dead or alive. At the tender age of three, my brother was abducted by one of my father's adversaries. Despite tireless efforts to locate him, he vanished without a trace. My mother cried herself to sleep every night. I watch my family suffer emotionally because of this freaking mafia. I never wanted to be the capo dei capi. I wanted it to be passed to my youngest brother Matteo, younger brother Diego or rather Luca. This mafia has taken too much from me and it has turned me into this cold and murderous person that I am.

"I'm the leader of a mafia group." There was silence in the room as the brothers kept looking at each other. Juilliard trying to see if what Richard said was actually true. Richard is trying to read how his brother took the news. "Are you serious about this? You lead a mafia?" "Yes. I won't be saying more about that due to privacy reasons and also to keep you safe." ' My brother is more dangerous than I thought. He not only hunts other human species but he's also a mafia leader! Wow, I really didn't know anything about him then.'