Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

TIFFANY POV

“What’s this?” I questioned internally.

My body was weak and tired and I felt as though I would break if I moved even an inch from my present position. The ropes cutting deep into my wrists made matters even worse.

I was in darkness, absolute darkness, or perhaps there was light I couldn’t tell.

“Where was I?” The last thing I remember was dancing with Gladys and the lights going off.

“Was I still at the house?” I thought to myself. Why then am I tied up and blindfolded. Nothing made any sense to me at this point.

I blocked out my thoughts and listened in waiting for any sound of some sort or anything to help me detect where exactly I was, but there was none. My breath control was no longer effective, I was scared, scared to a pulp.

Any longer and I would probably develop a panic attack, but for now I needed to keep myself under control.

“Deep breaths can solve any problem,” this phrase cannot really be traced to anyone, but that was the first thing in my head and I decided to go with it. Shutting my eyes tight, I began to take in deep slow breaths.

That couldn’t have been the sound of muffled air, what was that? And then I heard it again, a low screeching sound like iron was being dragged against a surface.

Then the footsteps became audible, there was someone or perhaps people out there. My first instinct was to shout and scream so someone would help me, but I knew very well it never worked out this way.

Those footsteps probably belonged to whoever put me here, shouting was going to be of no use.

My mind wandered far and wide. Perhaps they were sharpening the rod they were going to strike me with or probably preparing something even Wiese. Luciano had a ton of enemies of which no doubt, all were vicious.

I cowered in fear, holding my knees to my chest as close a I could. “Where is Luciano? Does dad know about this? Why hasn’t he sent people to come get me?” I couldn’t help these questions swooning around in my head. “What exactly was going on?”

“What else could go wrong?” I regretfully asking myself this the moment I did. What if Massimo was behind all of this?

I pictured him standing over me, just differently this time. He wouldn’t want sex, he’d want rape. He would want to rape me till my pussy tore open and probably hit me in the process.

The gruesome image I mentally procured made me flinch and I shut my eyes tight in what I would say was grief and terror. Imagination really does things to people, it was doing bad things to me.

And then the door opened. I heard a small sound followed by light filling my eyes and immediately knew the light had been put on. Even then, I couldn’t see who the person was, all I heard was sounds.

“Get up,” a masculine voice that definitely wasn’t Massimo’s ordered.

I sat up immediately and then the blindfold was taken off. To say I was shocked is an understatement “Gladys!?” I screamed.

The laughter that erupted from me next was loud and long. Gladys was a real chameleon, so good at pretending and lying. “I guess you’re satisfied, are you?” I asked her.

“Oh yes I am,” she smirked. An evil grin played across her lips and it made me somewhat tense.

“Good for you then,” I replied mustering everything I could to mask my fear.

“I definitely am, now that Luciano is dead.”

The shock on my face couldn’t be described, I was dumbfounded and sat there with my mouth hanging wide open, unable to utter a word.

What did she mean dead? She’s probably joking, it’s just a prank. I tried getting myself together.

“There’s more. You know what’s worse?” She asked, settling a chair and pulling it closer so she could look me in the eye. “His body wasn’t found, it got blown up in Massimo’s house.”

Now I knew this bitch was bluffing, Massimo’s house couldn’t have blown up, right? I questioned myself.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Of course you think I’m lying.” Gladys knew me too well, she could interpret every single one of my facial expressions.

“Hand it over,” she commanded one of her men at the door that I didn’t notice earlier. As she scrolled through the phone, I took time to access where I was. I was locked in somewhere, where? I had no idea.

Could be a container or a room or a garage, could be none also.

“Ah, there it is,” Gladys held out the phone in front of me. It was the news.

It was true, sad but true! Massimo’s house had gone up in flames with over 17 casualties of which Luciano was a major one.

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, I sank to the ground and let out all the tears I had been concealing, I let them fall freely to the ground. I was broken, sad, frustrated.

Luciano can’t be gone, it’s not possible, what was I supposed to do with my life now? I wished I could bring him back, I would never whine about him locking the door or being over protective.

The knowledge that I wouldn’t see him anymore felt like a dagger stab in my chest.

“You killed him right, you bitch!” I yelled uncontrollably at Gladys.

“Of course I did, who else would do the honours. I sent him flying,” she replied hurting me even more. I felt like strangling her, I just wanted to hurt her so bad.

“Fuck you! Crazy ass bitch! Motherfucker!” I screamed at her. All she did was watch me and laugh.

“You’re such a cry baby, I knew you’d get so emotional,” she mocked.

“Bitch you just crossed the line,” I screamed with my hands forward, threatening to scratch her if she moved closer even a little bit.

“I hate you, I do- I -.” And then I lost control.