Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

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. ---

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 correct before I can stop myself. Lila’s eyes narrow, playfully. “Ooh. So you do know him.” “I don’t.” I stab my salad harder. “He’s... family. Sort of. It’s complicated.” Ethan leans in, his voice low. “Complicated how?” "He's my new stepbrother. End of story.” I force a smile, though it feels bitter. Lila gasps dramatically. “Wait — Noah Valenti is your stepbrother? Riley, do you have a death wish? Half the campus would kill to be in your house.”

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

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.

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?"