Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

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.

They wanted me to pay in interest . Before Fred and I dated I'd poured out my heart to him about my Dad and how my brother died . I knew just how much pain being a part of the mafia had cost my family ,but I excluded the part of my brother owing the Syndicate because I was scared ...I was very scared he'd try to pay the depts my brother owed or worse even confront them .... Little did I know he was part of the mafia himself ....funny enough he was the second in command of the mafia .

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?

Dangerous. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. Furious and humiliated, I jerked my wrist free and marched back to the villa to change into an outfit that suited my stepbrother's desires. Fine. If that would make him stop acting like some overprotective maniac, I’d change. “Hey, where did you two come from?” Mom asked brightly when I entered. I ignored her completely, storming past. Her gaze flicked to Drake, who had followed me in. “Did something happen?”

She pushed him and this time he stepped back. “Watch your tone with me or I'll punish you in a way no uncle would.”

Why couldn't I get that kiss on my mind? He was my stepbrother for God sake!

Food I may end up not touching. This information was just too much to handle. How could I bring myself to eat something? “Thank you all for coming.” Antonio snapped me out of my thoughts when he was ready. “And Amy, I am sorry for waking you up from your beauty sleep. Carlos warned me not to and now I regret it.” He sipped from a mug and continued. “Before now, Enzo has always had a brother. A brother who didn't know they were related. What do I mean?” He adjusted on the chair and looked at me. “My stepfather was a whore, worse than my mother who maybe had it with a few men during her lifetime.” He continued. Honestly, I didn't want to hear all of these.