Romans & histoires Taming My Mafia Stepbrother.

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.

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.

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.

Liam laughed. “Animals like you don’t deserve to live.” Samantha stared at Liam in anger. “My brother isn’t bad like me; he's not bad enough to kill his brother; no, he can’t kill me,” Liam smirked, looking at Aaron. “Give me your wife Samantha along with the mafia seat, and then I will never bother you again.” Liam laughed, and Aaron grabbed his fist in anger. As Silas steps to stand up, Vicente stops him and gestures, “Let Aaron think about what to do with his brother.”

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