Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

For six years, my stepbrother Draven, the heir to a mafia family, and I have been in a secret relationship. Every night, his hands would trace every curve of my body with desperate hunger. The way he would look at me in those intimate moments made me believe I was the only woman who could ignite such passion in him. Until a month ago, when I found out I was pregnant. The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him.

“I’m a Mafia Alpha. I don’t get the luxury of hobbies and I sure as hell won’t risk my mate’s life because she wants to dance for a crowd that includes bloodsuckers!” “But it’s the only thing I have!” I shouted, voice trembling. “You have the mafia, your titles, your empire. You fight, you make decisions, you command armies. And me? All I have is this one chance to do something that makes me feel alive. And you’re taking it away because of a truce you refuse to honor.”

"It took me quite a good time to get that. And now I'm having love problems because of it." I looked up from the paper. "By love interest, you mean my brother." His smile told me everything. I walked around the desk and stopped right in front of him, shadowing him with those few extra inches. "I don't like you being with my baby brother." "Why?" he shot back. "He's not a child." "Damien is not ready for the trouble you are going to bring to him." He opened his mouth to disagree, but I dropped the real blow. "When will you be leaving the Mafia?"

The boundary between fiction and reality has blurred in a disturbing way, leaving me feeling frightened and disoriented. The truth is far more sinister than I had ever imagined. My stepbrother is not the person I thought he was—he's a twisted individual who takes pleasure in killing. As I overhear a conversation between Alex and his men, “Sir, Ray wants to meet the most fearsome mafia in the city -”

It seemed like it was my fault that I was his mate and I should be guilty about it because I was his stepsister. “I’m not running away. I don’t have to explain myself to you because we are done.” “You’re throwing away our bond because you have your stepbrother? Sunny. Your pack will talk about you two if you push the bond. You're his step-siblings. They will bash you. I don’t want you to be mocked because of that. If you choose me, no one will say mean things about us. Do not choose your stepbrother,” he said, no longer suggesting, but ordering me.

Lorenzo was as passionate as me about finding the killer. "Exactly!" He exclaimed. After that incident, I checked the CCTV footage, but it was already gone. Fucker was smarter. I went into the tough training of the mafia at a young age because there was nothing left for me after my mother was gone. "Anyway, I have heard that your step-sister has returned from South Korea." I sighed at the reminder of that trouble. She's nothing but a troublemaker. Lorenzo chuckled and I glared at him. "Okay, I surrender, capo!"

The sudden heat in my chest was undeniable, but I quickly crushed it down. “Janelle, Richelle, meet Liam—my other stepbrother,” I said, trying to act unaffected, though the words felt strange coming out of my mouth. Other stepbrother. It seemed surreal. Richelle’s jaw dropped in disbelief as she looked from Liam to me and back to Liam again. “You get two stepbrothers? Un-fair,” she said with a laugh, clearly impressed by the unexpected turn of events. The tension in the air was palpable as Wayne and Parker emerged from Ryder’s room. They both froze mid-step when they saw Liam standing there, their expressions unreadable but undeniably filled with disdain.

he yells again, looking at my confused expression, and getting way too close. “He is in the Italian Mafia Jamie! For fuck sakes! And he’s not just in the mafia, his father is the Italian Don!” I look at him in horror, my eyes going as wide as they possibly could go as I back away from him. My brother joined the mafia… How could I have missed this? I sit down on my couch, not being able to stand due to the buckling in my knees.

Turns out Bruno is currently in Russia taking care of business as Mr Vince explains . “ I’m the mafia “ once more his words echoed through my head. Bruno said he’s the mafia . I’m not supposed to feel this way towards him . For starters he's my stepbrother . He is also associated with the mafia . Bruno is like a forbidden fruit which I am not supposed to taste . But after having a taste of this forbidden fruit . I anticipate more .

“I have my ways, little girl. And you should learn to be respectful. Women are nothing in the mafia. Don’t make me teach you this lesson the hard way.” My eyes started to water. What had I gotten myself into? Why did I go out? Fuck, was my brother worried? I had texted him that I was on my way but left him hanging after that. “Don’t cry, now. I can’t stand seeing women cry.” Those words had tears rolling down my cheeks. He sighed. “Should I keep your mouth busy? Do you not know how to listen to orders? How the fuck has Maxim managed with you? He is one dominant fucker.”