My Mafia Step Brother Novels & Stories

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

The darkness inside me claws my throat raw, but I push it down by mustering the last of the strength I have to look into my father's eyes. "The mafia moves in the dark, Rafael." My father huffs. "The deeper you are in the darkness, the more control you will have over it." I swallow, giving my father a firm nod, feeling the darkness biting at me. Suddenly, there's a sharp knock at the door, breaking the heavy silence of the room. Father gestures to the door, and I rise to reveal the frantic eyes of Lorenzo, who pushes past me to look at my father. "Don, I have an update."

"She’s no Luna, She’s a fucking stripper, how was she able to do that?" "You mean seducing a Mafia Lord? How cheap." "Or maybe they’re related—wouldn’t put it past those sick bastards." "Too fragile to be attached to a Mafia Lord." Their words were sharp, slicing into me like tiny, invisible blades. Both men and women talked loudly and I regretted stepping my feet in this place all because of my stupid step sisters. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to keep my breathing steady as I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crack but the weight of those black eyes kept me rooted in place, unable to move, unable to think.

The same man I had crushed on since I was fifteen. He was my idol, I had made endless research about him,his workouts, his diet, his skincare routine. I even knew his car’s name like it was mine. And now? Now he was the son of the man who had torn the remaining part of my family. I didn’t know what was worse,the fact that Luca was my stepbrother… Or that he was tied to the same man who was the angel of death to my mum. But now wasn't the time to break down.

My father shouted back his response more aggressively, blaming me for everything, " HE IS!! Did you forget that you are disobeying the godfather of the Mafia? He even took down Vincenzo's deal. Did you think that he would let us go if you refused his proposal? Your brother went to sign a drug deal but those people attacked him without any reason. No one would have dared to hurt him without his permission." I stumbled on my feet before falling backward. Self-guilt began to rub salt in my wound. I hated myself for the first time in years. It was all my fault that my brother was fighting with death. My father continued, grabbing me up my arms before dragging me out of the house,

Morgan didn't look ruthless to me, neither does he look like a Mafia. He was the coolest man I had ever met. His many friends just showed how loyal they are to him. "What is on your mind?" Camila asked giving me a slight push. "It's nothing," I said. "I was just thinking of Morgan and the Ruthless Mafia." "I haven't heard anything from anyone about him," she said and I nodded. "We have to keep this matter to ourselves without making Morgan angry," I said, and she nodded. If it was to be that Morgan's brother was dead, it would only make him angry with me bringing the news out.

She squeezes her eyes shut and reopens them. “Promise me that you won't get mad” “I won't." A beat of silence passes between us, and just when I think she's not going to tell me, she mutters the words under her breath so low I barely realize she's spoken. “You're going to have to speak up, Solnyshko” “It's my brother”, She repeats louder this time, and I hear her loud and so fucking clearly when she says, “The new head of the Irish mafia is my brother, Aaron.”

Stephen said. He is the leader to the Mexican mafia and he never really likes em, he has always had this bad spot for me but we are good for each other business so we always respected each other and stayed within our blindsides but right now, it seems like he will do all he can to turn everyone against me and I didn’t want that. “You will believe whatever lies and fake proof someone guest to you, you want to know the truth, I will tell you the truth, I had a brother named Damien, no one cared for me only him, he was going to be the heir.”

He stared straight into my eyes, the cocky look on his face as he laughed intensifying the pain in my chest. "All empty promises that anyone with sense would have seen through. I thought I could get something out of you since Julian Styles is your brother, but turns out he doesn't even give a shit about you. I should have known all these years that you were useless, but I guess I was hoping for a change... I've accepted it now, though. I don't think Julian will be giving a shit about you anytime soon." Yes, Julian, the Mafia boss, was my stepbrother, but he and I didn't get along. I couldn't stand his overbearing control over me and always longed to run away from him.

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”