Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

Mia said, almost sounding as though she was scared, and I wondered if she would soon begin to tremble. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want Mia to be scared of me, or to tremble in my presence, but at the same time, I also needed her to understand that I would also sound like this; stiff and gruff. Life hadn’t been fair to me in any way, and as a mafia, I had learned to become this tough. Softness was never taught to be a part of a mafia, so oftentimes, this was the only way I could communicate with her. I wasn’t like the boys she must have gone to college with. They were privileged kids, and as such, they would be tender and soft spoken, but not me, and besides, I wasn’t even as young as the b

Nyla felt like the ground had opened beneath her feet. “No, no, no, no.” She whispered. Her father looked between them. “Wait… you two know each other?” Adriel crossed his arms. “Unfortunately.” Miranda laughed lightly. “That’s wonderful! You already know each other.” Wonderful? Nyla felt anything but wonderful. This couldn’t be happening. The masked mafia lord. Her high school bully. The man who had threatened her only hours ago was about to become her stepbrother. “I can’t do this,” Nyla said suddenly.

It was rough and demanding. He feasted on her lips, her ignorance on what to do letting him take the lead. He buried a hand in her hair and pulled her closer. By the time he pulled away, she was breathing hard and her lips were bruised. “First lesson.” She scoffed. “How to kiss my uncle?” “You know,” he tilted his head. “You are a little sassy for your own good.” “You didn't expect me to thank you for taking my first kiss, did you?” 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.”

He is a threat to everything we have worked so hard to achieve, so he has to go. I’ve been trying to force Drake to fight back, I wanted to see how far he would go, I want to see if he would hurt his own brother. I know he would never treat me like he treats his other enemies. But I want to know the length he can go to hurt me, and that is why I’m daring him to fight back. The last time I’d dared him this way, I ended up in jail for a while, and then I was out again. If throwing me in jail is the worst my Mafia brother can do to me, then it’s safe to say that I own this city. I can do whatever I like in this city and he would not be able to react negatively, he will never be able to hurt me

The tears filling up my eyes to its brim, making my view vague sat at the verge of being trailing down. “Good…Really quick at my command. I like it . Go and sleep on the couch.” He said with an evil smile, sarcastically whining and boasting witnessing his effect upon me. He take a deep breath sensing his success and domination. I felt like yelling at him loud, answer him for all the bad way he was behaving with me, but than the fact that he is the mafia who is totally unpredictable and could do anything to me and my family was holding back my hands and voice and adding to it I was born timid. I never raised my voice in front of anyone, I quietly bear the brunt of all the whines, scowls of my

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

My heart shot straight to my throat. It had been so long since he yelled at me like that. Maybe three years. Back when we were just teenagers, when he was still a spoiled brat riding on his father’s power, and when he was just my cruel stepbrother. He took a long breath, then said, softer but darker, something that chilled me to my bones. “Raine, whatever you’re planning. Whatever you’re thinking about leaving this pack... about leaving me. It won’t work. I’ll find you. I’ll drag you back.”

Operation Make Zane Fall for Me' was off to a stellar start, by which meant he was probably about to burn the building down. "Alright, you overpriced hunk," he muttered, moving closer to it. "You're going to make me look like a sexy, coffee-making god, or I swear I'll toss you out the fucker window." He needed Zane's help to get back in Grandfather Robert's good graces and claw his way back to the top of the food chain. And if that menat playing nice with his insufferable, arrogant piece of shit half-brother,,,Asher would do it! He'd charm the pants off Zane and get what he wanted.

Emelia’sPov "Let's get married,” blurted out, stopping him in his tracks. 'What the hell are you doing, Emelia?' "What?!” "Let's get into a fake relationship." I rephrased, meeting his eyes once again. It was an insane request, but one thing I was more than sure of was that I needed to make Jeffrey regret what he did, and there's no better way to do that than getting into a relationship with billionaire CEO Isaiah Lyon.

I too have Mafia blood in my veins which can't be changed but I wanted to get away from all those bad things which includes human trafficking , smuggling, blood fight etc . I sighed as I walked down the streets of LA . I thought Ben was different . He accepted our relationship even after knowing my brother is a Mafia . Alas ! I got cheated . Not like I am very sad as it was only three months relationship . My brother never let me date guys . He was just overprotective . For others he was a ruthless Mafia but he has that soft cornor for his family which includes me . I needed something strong to calm the chaos in my mind . I think alcohol could do . I called my girlfriend . It ringed for a