Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

The moment I got home, I threw my keys on the table and gave an audible sigh. I had no idea how else to calm myself down.

I reached for my pockets and brought out my phone. I dialled my father’s number and waited for him to pick up the call.

When the call kept ringing without him picking, I swallowed hard and used my hands to trace my hair. I waited for a moment before I called again and luckily, he picked this time.

“Father-” I called hastily. “I’m.. I’m ready,” I told him and held my hand in a fist.

“You’re not sure,” he said.

“Father I’m sure.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I’m ready and i-I have a request.”

“Which is?”

“I want my mother released from the dungeon. That is my demand and-”

His laughter from the other end was audible and chaotic. He ended the call without a response so I felt triggered.

I threw my phone away and cussed at him. He want Tiffany for my mother and I have her!

Well, Gladys technically have her for now.

I lowered myself to the couch and tried to calm myself down while waiting for information. I checked my wristwatch and saw time was far gone. Gladys hadn’t called yet so I picked up the phone to call her myself.

The phone was ringing but she wasn’t picking up which was unlike her cause she was always with her phone. I swallowed hard and tried it again.

“Hey,” she said as soon as the call connected.

“Damn Gladys, I’ve been calling you since and uh-look, where’s Tiffany now? Where are you taking her to? Send me the—” The beep tone sounded in my ear. “Hello? Gladys?” I called and realized she had ended the call on me.

I dialed her number again but Gladys already blocked me.

“What the fuck is wrong with this bitch?!” I yelled and ran my hands through my hair. I scoffed and tried to think of the possible way this could go wrong.

I kept walking back and forth cause I couldn’t be calm. I was paranoid and it was written all over my face. I turned to the window and then I paused. Something was wrong.

The windows were broken and anyone would be able to guess that it was an attack.

Everything in me told me who to suspect so I calmly turned to the door. As I walked out expecting to see Luciano, my eyes darted around and I saw my men on the floor.

“Fuck,” I blurted and immediately brought out my phone. I called 911 as fast as I could and placed the phone on my ear.

I am in another man’s land so I was trying to figure a way out. I needed to get Luciano arrested so I dialled the number waiting for a response.

“How smart can you be?” Luciano asked from behind. I turned to face him.

“You’re a chicken Massimo,” he said and at that point he shot. I ducked, trying to find cover.

“Tiffany is all I have so why did you do it?” he yelled and fired at me. I quickly pulled out my gun from my back and pointed it at him while holding the trigger.

We kept shooting at ourselves till I ran out of bullets. He tossed his gun away and then signalled me.

“Lets see if you’re anything more than a chicken,” Luciano said and came running toward me with full force. I tried to move away but it was a little too late. He used his arm to shove me off and tried punching me.

He threw the first fist, I ducked.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He ducked as I threw and then we stood panting. He returned with a kick but was too slow so I held his legs and used it to get him down. He growled as we fought and wrestled.

I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t have Tiff cause that would mean explaining everything including the whole plan to him.

I threw punches at him as a way of defending myself from him. I spat out blood and shifted back. He looked at me with so much anger in his eyes. I could see it but there was nothing I could say or do.

“You fooled me!!” Luciano yelled sounding so pissed. “This was you.”

“No,” I blurted. “You’ve got this wrongly,” I added. Just as I was about explaining to him, he grabbed a gun beside him and pointed it at me. He pulled the trigger but the gun was empty.

He tossed it away in anger and at that point, I knew Luciano would kill me.

“Take it easy, I can explain okay? Luciano.. you know I care about you. it was just-”

“Fuck you!!” he cussed. “I just want to know where she is. Tell me where the fuck Tiffany is.”

“That’s it. I don’t know where she is.” I was being honest as fuck but Luciano wasn’t even listening to me.

“She’s carrying my child!!!!!” he yelled again and I paused.

“Would you have known if I didn’t tell you?” I asked him. “My mother was locked in and I had no choice. I had no fucking choice!” I paused to catch my breath. “I could have killed you Luciano but I didn’t, I saved your life.”

“To hell with saving my life!! Is that why you did this. Huh? Answer me!!!” he yelled and took a step forward to close the distance between us. Luciano was charged and I felt an adrenaline rush as he came closer.

That was the face I saw last years ago. The same face when he shot me. That face looked like he would kill me.

Out of fear, I shoved out the dagger from my sleeves and stabbed him twice. The moment Luciano groaned and fell to the floor holding his stomach, I realized what I did.

“No.. no.. no, fuck!!” I stammered and looked at Luciano on the floor. He was struggling and fighting for his life.

My heartbeat increased and I swallowed hard. I threw the dagger away and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.