My Mafia Step Brother Novels & Stories

(The Shark Mafia Boss). My father is the head of the Italian mafia in New York. I have two brothers, that I know of. Gabriel (Gabe) he is the older and Michael (Mike) is the middle child and I am the youngest. The three of us are close, you can’t mess with one and not with the others. We make our business when one of us is in trouble. We all have different mothers but you already know that. Let’s say that dad was a bit of a manwhore before he met my mother. She tamed The Shark.

“Hey Ava, who’s Stephano?” “Oooh right, I forgot I never told you about him. So, remember when I told you about my uptight younger sister Zahra and cool older brother Henrik.” At my nod she continued, “well Stephan or Stephano as I call him is Henrik’s less fun, older by an hour twin. Stephan is the leader while Henrik is his second in command.” “Wait when you say leader, you mean the goddamn boss of the Italian Mafia, as in the most powerful man IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD!!!”

She was wrapped in one of those huge sweatshirts that always made me jealous. "Took you long enough," she smirked. I laughed. "You would not believe the day I've had." "Oh, I believe it. You're literally in a mafia castle now. Did you meet the stepbrother? Is he hot or just disrespectful?" "Both," I said, flopping back onto the mattress. "But he bowed. Kind of. So... hierarchy wins." Andra took a sip from her wine. "And how's your mafioso fiancé? Still deliciously dangerous?"

I stood on the rooftop, under the moonlight, the wind howling around us— lost in the eyes of my stepson. “How old are you?” His fingers slacked around my jaw and tightened again. “Twenty-nine. Would be thirty in a few weeks. Why?” “Why were men bowing to you instead of your father?” “Pardon?” I met his gaze. “I saw everything. The cars. The men. They bowed to you instead of Androa.” He let go of my face. Then sipped his drink and stepped away, his shoes clicking on the floor. It felt like my senses snapped back.

I left out the specifics about who Dante was, sticking to generalities about a guy I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about—a guy who also happened to infuriate me at every turn. “Sounds like he’s in your head,” Sofia said when I finished. “You think?” I muttered, glaring at the ceiling. “So, what’s the problem?” I hesitated again, the words catching in my throat. Finally, I blurted out, “He’s my stepbrother.” There was a long pause. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Stepbrother?” “Yes.” “Like… related by marriage stepbrother?” “Yes,” I said again, my voice quieter now.

"And out of my bed." The door shut behind him before I could speak. That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, my pulse trembling in my throat. This was my life now. The mansion. The Mafia. The wolves. And three stepbrothers who didn't just want to protect me— They wanted to own me.

The sudden heat in my chest was undeniable, but I quickly crushed it down. “Janelle, Richelle, meet Liam—my other stepbrother,” I said, trying to act unaffected, though the words felt strange coming out of my mouth. Other stepbrother. It seemed surreal. Richelle’s jaw dropped in disbelief as she looked from Liam to me and back to Liam again. “You get two stepbrothers? Un-fair,” she said with a laugh, clearly impressed by the unexpected turn of events. The tension in the air was palpable as Wayne and Parker emerged from Ryder’s room. They both froze mid-step when they saw Liam standing there, their expressions unreadable but undeniably filled with disdain.

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."