Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

My heart raced as I opened the door to find two police officers standing on the doorstep. The racing continued but I steadied my palpitating heart, I couldn’t allow them know I was scared, still I was wondering what could have possibly brought them here.

Trying to remain as calm as ever, I asked, “Can I help you officers? What brings you to my house?” Even as the words came out, I could only imagine they noticed my fear.

They wasted no time in getting straight to the point. “We need to question you and search your house, Mister Luciano,” one of them replied sternly.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

I could feel my heart sink as I realized the seriousness of the situation. They wouldn’t just come without any information they got from someone. “Is there a reason for this? May I have your search warranty. ” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“Let us in.” The one I think as the boss said with authority.

“But then, can I see the warranty you’ve got to search my house.” I repeated, maybe they didn’t hear me.

They pushed past me and entered the house house, I closed the door behind them and stood. They began their search, meticulously going through every corner of the house. I could feel their eyes on me, their silent accusations hanging in the air. When they finally approached me, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for their questioning.

“We have received reports of an incident at the hospital, and we have reason to believe that you may have some information about it.”

As they said that, I must have stopped breathing for about ten seconds before my mind quickly went back to the events at the hospital earlier. I had only been there to see some friends off, but chaos ensued when a group of people started attacking others seemingly out of nowhere.

“I was just there to say goodbye to some friends,” I explained, knowing my voice was filled with genuine confusion. “I had no idea something like that was going to happen. ”

The officers exchanged another glance, clearly still skeptical. God knows I’d harm them if not considering the fact that they must have told other officers where they were going. I could kill them, or keep them for a while. But then, I decided against that. “How did you manage to leave the place without any casualties? As we discovered, it was a tough outbreak, how did you manage to escape?” one of them questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly, like the detective he was.

I took a deep fortifying breath, my mind racing to find a convincing explanation. “I… I just had a strange feeling, something will happen, intact, I would have told you some witnesses but moments after I left the area, the outbreak happened.”

The officers turned to Tiffany who was looking like she just saw a ghost. “And you ma’am, you were there with him?”

“Y… Yes.”She stammered.

“And what will you say about the incident?”

“I was feeling uneasy, so I told him I’d like to go home and have a nap, that’s all I know. He agreed and we left.”

“And you, Mister Luciano, how do you sense something like that will happen?”

“You know, sometimes you can sense when something is about to go wrong, there’s something known as the sixth sense, and also the ability to know some signs and avert them before they happen. I’ve seen enough violence back in America to know the signs.”

The officers seemed taken aback by my response, I could see they were amazed by what I said, so I continued. “Do you know how many people have died just this year alone?” I continued, my voice now filled with frustration and anger. “Shooting incidents happen all the time, and I was simply trying to protect my sister, so as soon as I senced the danger, I fled. Can you blame me for wanting to get out of there?”

The officers fell silent for a moment, seemingly unsure how to respond to my outburst. Finally, one of them spoke up, “We understand your concerns, but we still need to gather more information about what happened. It’s our duty to ensure the safety of the community. It could have gone worse, we didn’t even find one single suspect.”

Feeling a mixture of relief and annoyance, I nodded, understanding the officer’s perspective. “I appreciate your dedication,” I said, trying to sound more cooperative, but deep down I wanted them gone. “But I assure you, I didn’t witness anything suspicious other than the attack. I was focused on getting my sister and myself out of there, that’s all.”

As I said that, I saw the officers looking at Tiffany, “why is she crying?”

I didn’t say anything and I just wondered what to say, immediately, Tiffany started saying something. “I’m pregnant for my brother’s best friend, that was one of the main I wanted to leave the hospital premises. It’s so messed up that he didn’t want the baby and I’m so doomed, doomed I say.” She continues to cry and that made me angry. I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of anger at her revelation.

“I’m going to tell our parents,” I announced, my voice filled with a mix of anger and sadness. “They need to know about this.”

Tiffany’s eyes welled up with tears as panic washed over her. “Please, Luciano,” she begged, her voice breaking. “You can’t do that. I’m scared, and you know they’ll kill me if they find out.”

The officers shifted uncomfortably, clearly sensing the tension in the room. “This seems like a family matter,” one of them interjected, attempting to defuse the situation. “We should focus on the hospital incident for now.”

I nodded, realizing the awkwardness they were feeling. “You’re right,” I muttered. “I’m sorry.”

“We are sorry too, we found nothing. Thanks for your cooperation.”

Once they left and we were alone again, I turned to Tiffany, “where did you keep my gun?”

Tiffany’s face flushed with embarrassment as she looked down at her skirt, , unable to meet his gaze. “I didn’t know where else to hide it,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took my eyes off her, unsure of what to say.