Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

I too have Mafia blood in my veins which can't be changed but I wanted to get away from all those bad things which includes human trafficking , smuggling, blood fight etc . I sighed as I walked down the streets of LA . I thought Ben was different . He accepted our relationship even after knowing my brother is a Mafia . Alas ! I got cheated . Not like I am very sad as it was only three months relationship . My brother never let me date guys . He was just overprotective . For others he was a ruthless Mafia but he has that soft cornor for his family which includes me . I needed something strong to calm the chaos in my mind . I think alcohol could do . I called my girlfriend . It ringed for a

He gave me a short description. My blood boiled in my veins. I couldn't control my anger anymore, " What kind of a mafia you are! If you let him blackmail you. " I seethed and punched in the face. I heard Maya screaming. Blood oozed from his nose. I waited for him to punch me back. Which never came. " Listen, brother, I know you are angry with me. " He said, running his thumb on the blood slipping down from his nose. " Brother. " I frowned.

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.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

All of a sudden, the feeling of pure anger and hatred began to grow within him, and the closer he got to the particular door the more anger and hatred he felt. He finally did it, he finally got something that meant more to his brother than anything in this world, "Let's see what the magnificent mafia king, Tommy would do once I slaughter his precious wife and unborn child," he thought as a smirk resurfaced against his lips as he stopped in front of Jasmine's door. Glancing down at the gun in his hand, Stephen pushed the door open with such force that it startled Jasmine awake, who had fallen asleep while waiting.

Show every person in this room that she belonged to me, that they had no right to make her feel small. The possessive thought should've concerned me. Probably would've, if I had any intention of fighting it anymore. I'd tried staying away, knowing she was going to be my stepsister. Tried giving her the space she'd demanded. Lasted exactly three days before I found myself with my hands on my cock again like some obsessed teenager. I knew I was getting distracted. Becoming the kind of man who made decisions based on emotions rather than strategy. I didn't care. "I need to handle something," I said, cutting off whatever Marco was saying mid-sentence. "We'll finish this later."

She wanted to kiss him again. Viola gasped slightly, her eyes flying open. Heat flooded her pale cheeks, burning all the way to her ears. She immediately shook her head, deeply ashamed of her own mind. He was her stepbrother. He was a ruthless mafia boss. But the realization left her completely exposed. He was the only person in the world who made her feel safe. She left her room, navigating the quiet corridors. The heavy collar weighed down her neck with every step. She had to swallow her pride. She reached the grand staircase and slowly walked down, her hand gripping the cold marble banister.

He smirked at me as he stood up from my bed, good, that I was on my knees, the long shirt was covering my thighs. “You wish,” I scoffed, smirking at him too. “Then, don't bother me about wearing the shirt,” He taunted me while I rolled my eyes at him. “Whatever,” I retorted and suddenly, my eyes went down his chest, his abs down to his waist. Virgin mother! Please help me! This is torture! Having a hot dude close to you and not being able to do anything because he's your Stepbrother. “Ley!” Ryan called, bringing me out of my zoned out world.

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

"I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death." "Will you ever know peace? These gang wars, this territory dispute. It must be draining to always expect an attack." "It's the mafia, Bianca, not a Disneyland fairytale." I joked, chuckling lightly. She looked at me undeterred. "But does the nightmare ever end?" A small smile touched my lips. "Once in a while," I said softly. Truthfully. "Aft