Possessed by My Mafia Stepbrother
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.
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