Novel & Cerita Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother

Why couldn't I get that kiss on my mind? He was my stepbrother for God sake!

Nyla felt like the ground had opened beneath her feet. “No, no, no, no.” She whispered. Her father looked between them. “Wait… you two know each other?” Adriel crossed his arms. “Unfortunately.” Miranda laughed lightly. “That’s wonderful! You already know each other.” Wonderful? Nyla felt anything but wonderful. This couldn’t be happening. The masked mafia lord. Her high school bully. The man who had threatened her only hours ago was about to become her stepbrother. “I can’t do this,” Nyla said suddenly.

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

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.

I cleared my throat. "As much as I want to say no… you’re family. Go ahead." He shrugged—but his words cut deep. I didn’t know whether to be happy he considered me family, or disturbed by it… especially given the circumstances. "Are you working for the mafia too?" I knew I was crossing a line—talking about the mafia was as taboo as the feelings I had for my stepbrother.

“I just ran from my mom, from Simon… from everything. And now I’m here with you. The one who’s supposed to be my stepbrother.” Soren’s laugh was dark. He pulled off the main road onto a hidden dirt path leading to an old lakeside cabin his dad never used anymore. The second the engine cut, he dragged me across the console into his lap. My knees straddled him, my dress riding up, and his mouth crashed onto mine—hot, demanding, tongue sweeping in like he was the owner of every moan I gave him.

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?"

"Your brother is not the saint you think he is. He works for us, the Corps." Isabella has only heard horrific stories and seen the news about the Corps so she knows the extent to which they can be cruel. How can her brother work for such ruthless people? She forced herself to speak. “He’s eighteen.” The man smiled faintly. Not amused. Not kind. “Old enough to make expensive mistakes. Your brother made a bad deal and that deal cost us about half a million dollars and a seat at the mafia table."He whistled once. His men emerged from the shadows and ripped Yugo from her arms. "If you want to see your brother, find that money and pay us in three weeks. Otherwise, I'll send your brother's body ch