Romans & histoires Taming My Mafia Stepbrother.

"If you'll excuse me, I’m still quite fatigued. Goodnight." I don't wait for a response. I walk quickly out of the room and up the grand staircase, and the second I step inside my bedroom, I throw the deadbolt. Click. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," I sob, pressing my back against the heavy wooden door as I slide to the floor. How? How is he a Falcone? He never used that name in school. My mind spins with horror and desperation. The one man who holds the keys to my past. The one man who wants to see me burn is the brother of the man who's supposed to protect me.

My men pulled him up by his shirt and made him sit back on the stool with his face leaking everywhere. “This isn't some local street gang you are fucking with. This is the mafia and we do not fuck around, you understand me? The next time I see one of you in my neighborhood, on my street and you dare touch one of my businesses, I will kill you on the spot.” My voice raised with every new word until I was all up in one of their faces.

Vincenzo smiled a little, looking down at himself, " Since you didn't buy me anything, I had to do it by myself. I just hope that my brothers won't laugh at me." He referred to the Mafia brothers of his. I felt so happy that I couldn't stop smiling. I wanted to see that poker face of Kayla. I wanted to show everyone that he was mine. I gave him an honest compliment, biting my lips together shyly, " You..look...hot..trust me..The color suits you." His eyes darkened dangerously. I could feel his eyes mentally stripping me. I bit the corner of my lips hard. He warned me in a husky voice,

He rushed over and helped lift the book off me, then gently sat me down on the sofa. “How did the book slip out of your hands?” he asked, his voice loud but not angry,more like concerned. His eyes scanned me like I was made of glass. But I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t move. “It’s just…” I stuttered, my lips parted, but the complete sentence couldn’t come out. Because all I could think about was what I just discovered. Luca Zhao… was my stepbrother. The same man I had posters of. The same man I had crushed on since I was fifteen.

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

with Dante. She reached the back stairs that led to the kitchen, but as she rounded the corner, a flashlight beam cut through the dark, pinning her like a moth to a wall. "Going somewhere, Stepmother?" It wasn't Dante. It was Marco. And he didn't look like he was following Lorenzo’s orders anymore. He looked like a man who had been offered a better deal. "The Rossi family sends their regards," Marco whispered, raising his suppressed pistol. "A dead heir is better than a fake one."

It was a dumb question, born from too many late nights piecing together weird vibes and half-heard rumors, but once it was out, I couldn’t take it back. He stopped, one foot slightly above the ground. “Just because you’re fucking your stepbrother doesn’t give you an easy access to gossip on what’s happening in the mafia world, Levi. Stay in your fucking lane and don’t poke your nose in what doesn’t make you cum, stick to Lorenzo’s cock and stay out of my business”. I was about to snap back at him when he continued. “I think your main focus should be how your mother doesn’t find out you’re fucking your stepbrother, no? What a poor heart she’s got”.

I’m Lucas… "Better? You killed my dad!" she spat, her voice trembling. "Technically, it wasn’t me," "But yeah, my brother handled it." She glared at him. "Even if I have to marry you, I…" "Relax! I saved your life. He reached out, brushing her cheek gently. She slapped him hard. "Damn, for someone so small, you pack a punch," grinning as he rubbed his jaw. "Stay away from me," she hissed. "Where’s my brother?"

I asked, walking towards my cellar to grab my favourite whiskey. I needed something to burn down whatever desire, want and lust was left inside of me. “Your father sent me to you,” he started, his voice low and resolute. “And what is that?” I grabbed my favourite whiskey and poured it into a glass, drinking everything all at once, making the substance burn down my chest. “He told me to tell you that the Irish mafia clan would be silent for a while, so you should give orders for your step-sister to return back to college and back to her therapy session. She's getting worse and need to continue attending her session with her new therapist.”