Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

My eyes slightly opened and I yawned too. I tried to stretch but the bed felt differently. I opened my eyes completely and my jaw dropped.

I was in a different room. A room different from all the rooms I’ve been in since I was a child. I swallowed hard and tried to think.

The room was painted brown with little or no designs. There was a white curtain, a bed and a table.

I looked around and my eyes darted the room. There was a small table by the side and a tray of food was left on the table.

I swallowed hard as I took the blanket off my body and placed my leg on the cold floor. There was no way I’d eat that food. It could have been poisoned and lord knows what.

My stomach grumbled and I knew I was starving but eating that food was my last option. There was nothing that could make me eat from it.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The aroma of the food made me feel uneasy so I used my leg to kick down the table and the food fell to the floor. I stood up and looked around trying to find an escape route.

The windows weren’t opened and no matter how I tried to open it hastily, it was locked. I sighed in frustration and looked around trying to find another way.

“My phone,” I blurted. “Fuck, my phone.” My heart skipped twice in a row and I tried to calm myself down.

“Take it easy,” I mouthed and took a deep breath.

I shut my eyes and tried to think of where it could be. At that moment, I also realized my bag was missing.

I tried so hard to think and remember where it was. I was also thinking f I left it with Gladys or i was with it. I decided to search around the room and just as I was about checking, I heard footsteps. The door flared open and Gladys walked inside.

I began panting hard the moment she walked in. I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to her. “Where am i?” I asked her the moment our eyes met.

She let out a soft laughter but that was not the response I wanted.

“Where the fuck am I?” I asked her again.

“You’re still in the UK,” she answered nonchalantly. “But then-” she said and paused. “I feel like Massimo thinks you are in Italy.”

She looked at me and burst into laughter. I had no idea was seemed to be funny but she just kept laughing and that irritated me to my bones.

“You know what amuses me?” she asked and laughed softly. “Of course you don’t know. I’ll tell you.”

I felt the urge to yell NO BITCH but I didn’t. If there was anything I cared about, it was to leave this place.

“You know?” she continued. “I can’t stop thinking of how Luciano will be happy in hell. Fuck, the police even identified him as unknown.”

I knew what Gladys was trying to do but I wasn’t going to give room for her to make me feel worse than I was already feeling.

I held my hands in a fist and tried to brush off the words as they came.

“Tell me,” she said. “Doesn’t that sound horrible?” she looked at me and laughed out loud.

I swallowed back and remained quiet. I didn’t want her to see how broken I was and how each word she said about him was making me feel.

“You don’t want to answer?” she asked and raised her brow at me. “Well, I think it’s horrible but not worse than this.”

She kept talking and talking but I was feeling lightheaded and could barely understand most of what she was saying.

I opened my mouth slightly to puff out air and get a grip of myself but my ability to hold it all together was failing.

Tears flowed down my eyes freely. I could no longer contain the emotions coursing through me. I felt like I was about to explode and the only way I could stop the explosive feeling was to let it out.

“Poor girl,” she teased. “Life could be really uh-crazy? Yes, that’s the word crazy. He always called me crazy too.”

The way she talked caused me to be irritated. I couldn’t bring myself to understand a thing.

“Why?” I managed to ask her.

“I want my place back,” she responded but it didn’t make any sense. What place was she talking about?

“I-I don’t get it,” I told her. “I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t,” she blurted and turned to her side. Her eyes fell on the floor and saw the food I threw on the floor.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” she muttered but turned back to look at me. “I’ll overlook this and just give you another food for the sake of the baby.”

My heart skipped. “What baby?” I asked her and swallowed hard. “I am not pregnant.”

“Of course you’re not,” she mocked.

“I’m serious, Gladys. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Enough!” she yelled. “I ran a test on you when you passed out yesterday.”

I swallowed hard and she looked at me.

“Yes. Not just that, you are two months pregnant.”

“I-I was a month before I saw my period last two months,” I stammered.

“Well, Zino will be happy to know he’s going to be a grandfather.”

“How do you know Zino??” I asked her and tried to remain calm. She didn’t respond but just smirked wickedly. “You need therapy and six years in rehab.”

“No I don’t,” she rebutted. “I’m very well, Tiffany.”

It didn’t make any sense to me. She sounded so confident but I wasn’t going to let it get to me.

“I’m sure Zino will not believe you,” I told her. “He will not believe you.”

“He’ll believe when he hears that Luciano is dead.”

Would he?