Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

"She was probably just upset." She walked over and took my arm, pretending to make peace. "Sister, let's not fight anymore, okay?" But as she leaned in, she whispered viciously in my ear, "Don't worry. Once I take over, I'll get rid of everything of your mother's. Even her grave..." Rage consumed me. I tried to rip my arm away. But in that instant, Laura cried out "Ah!" and threw herself backward, falling to the floor. "Laura!" my stepmother screamed, rushing to her side.

I said and she gave it to me 'My dearest old friend our enemies are getting closer. I write to you in hopes that you'll find this. My brother has just married again and has now a stepdaughter who's a cute little girl. I want you to protect them at all costs. They do know about our lives in the mafia but my brother swears that he'll never be in this business. The girl is now his priority to keep safe. If I die tonight I want you to help keep them safe. I'm calling my last favour. Protect my family. From your dearest friend Stephen When I was done reading it I grabbed my things and headed home

"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.

"I'll see you later." I left the room and was surprised to see Maria in the sitting room; she was supposed to be asleep because it was already eleven. "What are you doing awake?" I asked when I was close to her; she turned her brown eyes on me suspiciously "You said she was a maid, so what is she doing in your room?" I poured myself a tequila before answering, "she's my servant, and I don't want you going close to her whatever you're doing." "Why?" "If you don't want to go back to Derinem, you better do as I say" Derinem is my elder brother. He controlled half of the Mafia while I handled the other. He is also strict with Maria.

Well, your father bastard-" "Can you shut up or speak clearly?! It's the bloody night, Stephen!" "Your half-brother is a monster!" "Who, Ethan!" Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Tyler stared at the ceiling for a long moment before replying, "No way." "Yeah, no shit Sherlock! Your brother just made Joe, the bartender, piss himself. Man, I am telling you, he is part of the mafia." Tyler's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. The weight of Stephen's words hung heavy in the air. A cold sweat broke out across Tyler's forehead as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind racing with a thousand questions.

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.