Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

“Fuck you,” he cussed before ordering his men to stand down.

His hand had begun to bleed due to all the force he applied while trying to get the watch off his wrist. The I told you so look was evident all over my face.

A part of me felt sorry that he was going through that but all it took was one sharp belly pain to bring me back to my senses, there was absolutely no reason why I should spare Massimo. He stabbed me and proceeded to connive with Gladys to kidnap Tiffany, I couldn’t forgive him for that, ever!

“Arghh,” I yelled out in anger, scaring Massimo and even his men. “Fuck,” I screamed again. I enjoyed the way blood was dripping out of his wrist and unto the floor.

Massimo stood still with his other hand clutching the arm of a chair. “I want to see you suffer, I want to see you bleed and plead for mercy. I hope you fucking die,” I screamed.

“I’m sorry Luciano, I really am. It wasn’t my fault really, if I didn’t stab you, you would have killed me, I’m sorry Luciano,” he pleaded with blood still dripping all over the tiles.

There was a pause for some seconds, neither of us was talking. Nobody had anything to say.

“I wish that was the reason why I want you dead,” I said and watched him twist his face.

“I want you dead because you took my woman, that’s the actual reason,” I disclosed.

“That woman’s your sister Luciano. In the end, you can’t have her,” he cried out on obvious pain.

On a normal day, I would have gotten angry by that statement but now it was all funny to me. Now that I knew the truth. “My bad, I forgot to inform you that we’re not related. I can have her and I do have her, she’s mine,” I shouted.

“That’s not what I’m talking about Luciano,” Massimo replied. “We’re just two young people trying to make our way to the top of the Mafia so let’s -”

“I am not young,” I cut him short not caring what else he had to say. “I am not young.”

I advanced towards him and with every step I took, I watched Massimo cower back in fear. “Leave all of this bullshit aside, that’s not what I came here for,” I said looking him in the eye as I closed up the distance between us.

“What did you come here for?” He asked with trembling voice.

I ignored him for a minute and stood to admire the decorations in the house, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was gold and looked quite exquisite, I could imagine this place blowing up too.

“Answer me,” he screamed.

“You know it. I’m either getting the part of Calabria with you or I’ll kill as much as I want to and trust me it’ll be bloody. Extremely bloody, ” I told him while casting a glance at the men behind him.

Taking the clue, Massimo turned around to look at his men and I couldn’t get enough of his facial expression when he noticed two lasers directed at each of his men who were now equally in fear and pleading with their eyes that he do as I wish.

“I don’t want bloodshed Lu, I don’t for real. You can have me killed but please spare these men, please,” he pleaded and to be honest, it was fun seeing Massimo this way. Extremely fun.

“I lost one in the UK,” he continued “and I still haven’t gotten over it since then.” I saw the sadness in his eyes but I couldn’t care less.

“That’s sad Massimo. I equally lost two men and guess what, I still haven’t faced their families because I can’t, because I can’t Massimo,” I informed him. “Do you know how hard it is having to tell a parents that their child died in your care? That’s exactly what you put me through.”

“You have over five men here with two lasers each on them. You know what I’m going to do?” I asked and waited for a reply but none was forthcoming.

“Right, you don’t know. I’ll have them all killed and spare your life then make you face their families. I think you’d like that.”

“It’s either that or you can simply surrender your part of Calabria to me.”

He paused for a moment. I could see the fear on his face and even worse on his men’s faces, they all looked scared.

“You have five seconds. One. Two. Three. Four,” I rose my hand and I could swear I saw one of the men close his eyes

“Fine, fine you can have it,” Massimo concurred through gritted teeth.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Say it again and phrase it well,” I ordered, moving towards him.

“You, Luciano, can have my part of Calabria, Italy,” he repeated.

There was a huge smile on my face after this, I had succeeded. “It has been recorded, thank you very much,” I shook his trembling hands.

“By the way, I’m surprised you can’t remember the watch. You got it for me seven years ago as a friendship token, I kept it since then and now it seems to have served its purpose.”

After that, I walked out of the house and towards my car with Massimo fast behind me leaving a trail of blood behind.

“What is it?” I questioned as I got to my car and turned to still see Massimo. He couldn’t speak and just stood there watching me.

“I offer you Gladys,” I informed him and he didn’t seem to understand. “Gladys messed up big time so as your best friend, I’m giving you the honor of my blood in both you and Gladys.”

“You’re extremely disgusting,” Massimo uttered in the best voice he had used since I got to his place.

“Aren’t you going to stop the bleeding?” He asked. I simply smiled.

“Deal with Gladys,” I replied, before getting into my car and zooming off.

NEXT CHAPTER

I lay in my bed under the duvet staring at the ceiling with Tiffany in my head. I had the present already, but what of she doesn’t like it. The image was in my head; a very sexy picture of her with my hoodie on. I couldn’t get the picture out of my head so I decided to frame it and give it to her.

I was going to give it to her personally yesterday but she was with mother and I wondered if she had seen it today. There was no comment or text or anything from her and I found it quite odd. Tiffany would always appreciate any gift from me, maybe because I always bought what I knew she liked. This was different, very different.

I was anxious, too anxious to be in bed and just thinking about what the reason could be, I needed to find out.

Getting out from under the duvet, I headed out of the room and to her room; I had to see for myself.

Pushing the door open, I saw the picture at a corner of the room still wrapped with all the decorations, fee bed looks unattended to with the duvet still neatly laid over the bed and there was no sign of her slippers bring worn, it stuck together side by side at the edge of the bed.

Where could se possibly be and what could she possibly be up to? Had she been kidnapped again? The thought flashed through my mind then I remembered where we were. This was father’s house, no one would dare to kidnap her, no one at all.

“You know,” father’s voice came from behind me. ” I was waiting for bad news, I was waiting for your body or something, anything from your suicide mission yesterday but the manager just briefed me about the latest developments and quite frankly, I’m speechless at how well you handled it with no casualties.”

It felt great to hear father indirectly sing my praises again and a tiny smile crept up the corners of my mouth, but it was cut short.

“How is your relationship with your best friend?” Father asked walking out of the room, an indication for me to follow him.

By best friend, I knew he was referring to Massimo; that was the only person he referred to as my best friend.

“We’re not best friends, not anymore,” I replied, the hate noticeable in my voice.

“I’m worried I’ve made both of you enemies for a long time,” father remarked with hands behind his back.

“It’s not that, I know you’re simply trying to protect me. Massimo is evil.”

“You know Massimo’s father was my only friend growing up, he was all I had.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to be friends with Massimo, at least not after all he’s done.”

“I understand,” father sighed deeply and I could tell he didn’t want things to end this way. “I was thinking about Tiffany actually.”

“What about her?” I asked, alarmed. This made father smile a little and I cleared my throat trying to act neutral.

“She has been with her mother since yesterday, she slept there even.” Now I knew why her room was so neat and organised and why she hadn’t seen my present. It all made sense now.

“I guess I shouldn’t have told her anything, not in her condition. I probably made things worse,” he sighed. It was weird seeing father take blame for his actions.

“Would you have waited till mother died?”

He ignored the question and instead said something else. “Let’s go to her. ”

***

I didn’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. Tiffany burst into tears as soon as I and father walked into the room and she began to lament.

“I’m just tired, I’m hungry and I don’t know why but her hair keeps falling out rapidly, even worse than before. Mum keeps talking like she’s going to die,” she cried with her hands in her hair.

I wanted to pull her in at that moment, get her into a very tight hug and keep her there, but I was avoiding any awkward situation especially with father around.

She got up from the bed and walked in my direction with arms outstretched. I thought she was coming in to me for a hug but instead she bypassed me and went to hug father who pulled her into a close embrace.

“Come here my princess,” father said. This remark made me calm, I was a bit angry that she ignored me but then I couldn’t stay mad. She was his princess afterall.

“She’s strong, she’ll cope, she’ll be fine,” father patted Tiffany on the back trying to get her to stop crying.

“What if she’s not?” She asked amidst tears.

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

After about five minutes of trying to get Tiff to calm down, she disengaged from the hug and walked out of the room with me closely behind her.

“Lu,” she called out stoping in her tracks abruptly as did I. “I just want mum to be fine, I want her to be happy,” I could almost hear the tears in her voice as she spoke. She sounded like she was going to have a breakdown anytime soon.

“Have I been a bad child Luciano? Have I been bad for not noticing?” She asked with pity filled eyes.

“No, you’ve just been a bad girl,” I replied with a smirk and a nasty look on my face. I hoped she got the joke.

She did and burst out laughing as I hoped she would. “You didn’t tell me you had been initiated.”

“Ooh right, father makes everything a joke in a mean way. I learnt from the best of course,” I remarked and we both chuckled.

“It’s my coronation soon and I was thinking of inviting you,” I informed her.

A frown crossed her face. “You either invite me or die. By the way, should I dress as a sniper, I could bring guns,” she suggested.

“No darling, dress like a queen. My queen,” I replied leaning in to kiss her face.

“Mmhmm, I’m just passing,” I heard father clear his throat. I was definitely sure he saw us kiss.