Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

I honestly wasn't sure whether I should burst out laughing or start sobbing on the spot. She continued casually, “I know what you must be thinking. Miguel shoots Chadwick. Chadwick nearly bleeds out on an operating table. There is an armored shootout at the gates. Everyone is threatening each other with automatic weapons.” She gave an elegant, careless shrug. “This is not hatred. This is simply how we communicate.” My mouth hung open. What kind of psychotic family dynamic is this?! “It's love,” she added smoothly. I stared at her in absolute, speechless disbelief. Love?! What planet do these mafia sociopaths live on?!

“ Steph , you and I know this is not the truth? Where is my brother? I asked. “ I don’t understand your question? What do you mean where is your brother? She asked. “ why do you ask as if I can raise the dead? Your brother is dead and that is the truth” she says. “ Steph, I will ask you for the last time about my brother? He says. “ Seamus, I think you should begin to take your leave , you have overstayed your unwelcome visit” he says. “ What will you do? Seamus? I am now a mafia Queen, I have my men and I can ask them to beat you up , remember that that you are the only one here and I have lots of my men” I she said.

I grabbed his collar, I was scared of him, more than anything but I’m more scared of seeing my brother get hurt. All the guards pointed their guns at me and he rose his hand up to stop them. This is his mafia, one click, and I’ll be dead… in front of my brother--- fuck. I quickly wrapped my brother’s eyes with my hands. “Don’t you know there’s a kid here…” He yelled at his subordinates. They all left as I was caressing my brother’s back. “I need to see the fountain…” Grey gripped my sleeves and I looked at the mafia standing before me.

Amy sighed dramatically but let me drag her downstairs. I tried to reason with her, hoping to bring her back from the brink of whatever spiral she was on. When she went right for the Vodka, we all knew it was going to be a long night. "Amy, you do realize your uncle is the head of the mafia, and your brother is basically the devil reincarnated, right? If a guy even so much as makes you frown, their life is over." "Yeah, I guess." She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she pulled away from me.

he said softly "You're not the same ever since Jennifer stepped in. You're slowly changing into something else. What's happening to my younger brother?" I looked up but I heard the door close and I clenched a fist with my hand. What the heck is going on with me? "Don't stress over it." her voice said as she came out the shadows of the room "They're not worth it. Once you have the mafia you don't need them to become the best." I looked up at her as she stood in front of me. "But their important me." I said "No they're not." she sat down on my lap gently "Not when you're the boss of the mafia. They just have to do as they're told. You have me. You don't need them. They'll just hold you back."

He stood up as soon as he saw me and we shook hands. "I can't thank you enough for your help," he started, smiling heartily. "Friends are better than brothers uh?" I joked. He smiled but didn't say a word, instead he poured me a glass. "You and your brother need to put an end to these absurd fights. You both are just creating an imbalance in the Mafia society." I continued sternly, legs crossed as I accepted the drink he offered me. "It's not my fault. Mark is unbelievable, he won't just stop annoying me." He complained, his countenance signifying abhorrence and enmity.

Suddenly he started to laugh like I cracked a joke or something. "Oh god jaan! You are so naive! Looks like my brother did not tell you what we are in reality. We are mafia jaan real ones. We kill people like mosquitoes. I have lost count of the people I have killed till now. And I am not a human jaan, you said it correctly.

They just stood there, *** Mia’s voice was shaking; she was so angry as she went after Brandon. "You used your mafia brother to kill my sister? Seriously? How low can you get, Brandon?" Brandon didn’t even flinch. His eyes were like ice. "That sister? The one who dumped us on the streets? The one who kicked me out of my own company?" he sneered.

A sinister smirk played on her face. “I believe I have lost my mind because it really doesn’t,” Sylvia replied. “Oh? You really shouldn’t trust me. I hate you,” he expressed. Sylvia nodded. “I got it,” she responded, “it’s just that actions speak louder than words. That’s why, you should punch me once or twice if you wish to make me believe you.” “Tch! I will do worse to you.” This man was truly just words and no action. “Hmm, I will look forward to it. So, what do you do in the mafia?”

he said with a smirk. I flinched and tried to get out of his grip but he gripped my waist firmly. "Don't you dare move" he said in a soft whisper in my ears. His voice shouldn't have this effect on me, but it does and I'm pissed about it. " Awwwn look at you lovebirds flirting right before us" , my stepmother said. I rolled my eyes internally and prayed for this night to be over already. "Now to the matter at hand" Mr Russo, Alejandro's father said.