Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

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.”

That felt relieving to punch him in the balls with my other hand. Well, we didn't see that coming and at least, he let go of my hand as he bent down as if going to go on one knee but didn't. Seizing that opportunity, I dash off. I had no idea where I was or where I would go but I think it is better than being with someone acting strange as if he wants to sell me out or something. I have heard stories of the Italian mafia and how they sell people especially girls but this one? He can be my stepbrother which I really doubt is the reason I should trust him.

I sneer. When she doesn’t say anything, I continue, “Threats towards my brother started coming in and my parent’s dismissed every one of them, thinking nothing could touch them. Finally, I had enough and contacted the mafia son myself. I wanted to figure out a way to end the threats. I wanted him to see that none of this was my brother’s fault, that his beef needed to be with my parents. I had even brought a few million with me, hoping that I could pay him off.

“Listen, baby girl, you know this isn’t right, don’t you?” “Well, yes, in a way. But honestly, I don’t care, Seb. I’ve wanted you for so long, and now that I finally have you… I just hope it lasts,” she says, her eyes glistening with emotion. “Yes, it’s very wrong. We’re step-siblings, and I’m meant to protect you. Plus, I’m involved in the mafia, and it’s a dangerous world we navigate,” I explain slowly, unsure of how she’ll react.

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

My fingers drifted to the heat between my legs and I was back in the hallway this morning. I could feel his breath against my neck. Hear his husky voice. Little Bird. A moan slipped from my lips. My fingers moved— slow, regular circles that ignited a fire in my nerves. My back arched. I slipped a finger. Made it two and drove into my throbbing core. “Dominic.” I slapped a hand over my mouth as a violent tremor ripped through me. My body quavered under the water, my breath ragged. No. Did I just masturbate to the thoughts of my stepson?

Trisha and I exchanged glances, unsure if I should tell him. “Well? What is it?” he added impatiently. “Well, it’s because her mom has a new lover, so now she has a stepfather and a stepbrother. And our dear friend here is quite troubled because her stepbrother happens to be none other than Drake,” Trisha narrated with a mischievous sparkle. Earl’s eyes widened in surprise. “Stepbrother?” Earl repeated, looking at me. “Do you mean your parents got married already?” he asked in disbelief as he sat beside me.

Different from the coldness in his voice from earlier. I nod, "I think so." I say simply and he slips his hand out of my grasp, then he turns his head to the direction of the thugs. "Good, now I can handle these amateurs." He said. The leader laughs, "Amateurs? Is that what you think of us?" He chuckles, "I'll show you what an amateur is." He said, charging at the stranger. "Then you'll learn not to interfere when men are having their fun." he says as he tries to punch him. But he easily dodges, bending down and giving the thug leader a punch in the gut. I gasp, as he spews out blood.

In a couple seconds I started rubbing my left nipple alongside, with my other hand. It kinda felt good and naughty at the same time. How do I tell people I was masturbating to the thought of my stepbrothers? Suddenly my door swung open revealing my stepbrothers. “What the fuck!” I shouted and quickly pulled up my blanket to cover myself. It was Zane, Axel and Thane, they froze for a second in shock then Axel acted like it didn’t just happen. “Hey stepsister,” he said with a laughing grin, “it’s time for the traditional ritual.”