Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother の小説・ストーリー

"Your brother will be alright. He's one of mine, and I take care of my own." Bella's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Lance was the Boss of the Evergreen Mafia, one of the most powerful and feared organizations in Little Italy. She had heard of him, of course, but she had never expected to meet him, let alone have him save her life. As they walked out of the alleyway together, Bella couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew that her brother's involvement with the Mafia was dangerous, and she feared for his safety. But as she looked up at Lance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction towards him. He was a powerful and mysterious man, and she couldn't deny the pull

His cheeks still had flesh which made him so adorable. That innocent girl could think, this devil-like ruthless man is so adorable. If Sirius's men and servants found out about it, they could think Ashley was crazy. But she is crazy, Ashley thought. Infatuated with her own stepbrother who is a mafia leader, it still makes sense. But it was the craziest thing she had ever done in her life.

“ Steph , you and I know this is not the truth? Where is my brother? I asked. “ I don’t understand your question? What do you mean where is your brother? She asked. “ why do you ask as if I can raise the dead? Your brother is dead and that is the truth” she says. “ Steph, I will ask you for the last time about my brother? He says. “ Seamus, I think you should begin to take your leave , you have overstayed your unwelcome visit” he says. “ What will you do? Seamus? I am now a mafia Queen, I have my men and I can ask them to beat you up , remember that that you are the only one here and I have lots of my men” I she said.

He might have been family once, but that title is gone with him after his betrayal. Aldo was my father’s stepbrother, the product of my grandfather’s affair with a stripper who had worked in one of our clubs. My grandfather’s infidelity was not a secret. My grandmother had endured it for years, bound by the unbreakable chains of mafia marriage. In the mafia there is no divorce . Once you step in ,you only can leave this world after your death. Even knowing all about the cheatings she could not leave my grandfather.

I could do nothing but surrender to the pleasure they offered, my body moving in sync with Luca's, my moans filling the room as he drove me to the brink once more. As my third orgasm of the night washed over me, Luca joined me, his body shuddering as he filled me with his essence. We collapsed in a heap of sweaty, satisfied flesh, our hearts pounding and our breaths ragged. I lay there, my body sang with pleasure, as the brothers held me close, their hands caressing my skin in a tender afterglow. I had been claimed, marked by three ruthless mafia brothers, and in that moment, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I muttered. She walked over and patted my shoulder, her tone shifting. "Your stepbrother's a bitch. He didn't even bother explaining himself, acting like some jealous ex-or worse, like an alpha king. He was completely out of line, and he needs to be confronted." I arched a brow at her. She had no idea who my stepbrother really was. "Have you ever heard of Christopher Gravemoor?" I asked quietly. Her eyes widened. "You mean Christopher Gravemoor? The hottest bachelor alive? The mafia king with those eyes and those arms-oh my God..." Her voice trailed into a dreamy sigh before snapping back to shock. Her gaze locked on mine, realization hitting her hard.

I desperately tried to remember what happened last night that had led to me in bed with my new stepbrother, Demetrio DeLeon, the don of the entire Italian mafia and most dangerous man in Chicago. My mother was getting married to his father, Manuel DeLeon, the retired godfather of the city. She had invited me for the little get together Manuel was throwing to celebrate their union. As usual, Penelope, my mother, and I had gotten into an argument about what I was wearing and why I wasn't even trying to fit in with the crowd, and I had drunk myself silly to drown her incessant tittering. Worthless. Piece of shit. Mistake. The accusations were piling up on top of me, squeezing my heart of everyt

Ethan had never been one to give away personal matters, yet here he was, boldly confirming everything without hesitation. The host’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting such a straightforward answer. But she recovered quickly, her smile turning sharp as she leaned closer. “She’s your brother ex-girlfriend, Ethan,” the host said, her voice carrying a tone that dripped with judgment. “Do you think it’s proper to have your brother’s leftover?” The words cut like knives. My entire body stiffened as though I had been slapped. How dare she? I wanted to scream at the television, to throw something at the host for uttering something so cruel, but I stayed frozen, waiting, my entire body taut with te

"If you'll excuse me, I’m still quite fatigued. Goodnight." I don't wait for a response. I walk quickly out of the room and up the grand staircase, and the second I step inside my bedroom, I throw the deadbolt. Click. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," I sob, pressing my back against the heavy wooden door as I slide to the floor. How? How is he a Falcone? He never used that name in school. My mind spins with horror and desperation. The one man who holds the keys to my past. The one man who wants to see me burn is the brother of the man who's supposed to protect me.

ambitious. But the younger one..." He paused, his jaw working. "The younger one is Mikal Smirnov." The world tilted. Julia gripped the arms of her chair, fighting to keep her expression neutral even as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. It couldn't be. It couldn't be the same person. Mikal was just... he was just a stranger. A one-night stand. He couldn't be a Russian vor, the son of a Bratva boss. "Mikal," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "You've gone pale," Massimo said, concern replacing the anger in his eyes. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just... it's nothing." Julia forced herself to breathe normally. "Why does this Mikal concern you more than the others?" Massimo's