Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I stopped dead in my tracks. How did he know? How did he find out? Gladys and I were the only ones expected to know. Although I wasn’t so happy he was proud of me, I didn’t need his disappointment either, at least not at this point.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I clenched my fists and played with my fingers, struggling with myself for words to defend myself with. Something to let him know that I knew exactly what I was doing even though I didn’t.

“You don’t have an answer?” Father asked, his voice clearly laced with anger.

I searched for answers in my head. “It’s not true, I heard the rumours but it’s just a speculation because his body wasn’t found,” I lied, hoping I sounded as serious as I should.

“Right, it’s just a speculation. I’m sure you killed him.” His tone didn’t sound like he was convinced, it sounded more like sarcasm but I couldn’t care less as long as I was off the hook.

“Do you remember the Dante’s family she talked about?” He asked. It was at this point I turned around to face him.

“What?” I asked. He was probably referring to Gladys’s family.

“The family she talked about,” he said again, pointing at mother who was now frozen to the bones and just saw in her chair with her face towards the food she no longer had any interest in.

“What about them?”

“Well, they had a daughter whom we spared. Her name is Gladys and she reached out to me yesterday.”

“What does she want?” I asked, slightly more enraged than I should be. I quickly recomposed myself, father couldn’t know about all that happened.

“She asked for control of the north and south region of Calabria, Italy.”

“What?” I hung my mouth in shock. She was asking for way too much.

“I said the same thing. That’s our major tax collection stronghold,” father replied with his hands knitted into each other. He had an angry look on his face and I was scared to say anything for fear of pissing him off even more.

“You stand there with nothing to say? No solution? Nothing?” He asked, leaving me with no space to talk, not like I had anything reasonable to say anyways. I always felt like a child in his presence.

“What exactly -,” father didn’t complete his statement before he stood up and began to throw things around. He flung glasses in all directions, ignoring mother who was still seated and now in extreme fear.

The entire dinning table was scattered and sounds after sounds filled the air. Father kept on smashing vases and everything he could lay his hands on.

“You’re a disgrace, a big fucking disgrace. You have to fix this mess, you have to,” father placed strong emphasis on the word HAVE as he spoke. I had to, I had no other choice.

“First Luciano and now this,” he started. “You’re a huge disappointment,” he finally said the words I hoped I wouldn’t have to hear again.

Mother’s lips parted and I prayed she wasn’t about to do what I was thinking.

“I’m sure Massimo killed him, one of Luciano’s men could have dragged out his body or treated him and..” mother hadn’t complete her sentence when father’s hand came crashing down heavily unto her cheek.

“I’ll not hesitate to slap you again if you don’t learn to keep your mouth shut,” he raised his voice at her.

“Don’t you dare do that again,” I told father in a voice I didn’t recognise as my own. I had no idea where the courage or strength came from but I couldn’t just stand there and watch him hit mother just cause she defended me.

“Don’t do it again,” I repeated.

“And if I do? What the hell are you going to do?” Father asked calmly and turned in my direction. “What are you going to do?” He screamed this time.

I stood there with no idea as to what I would actually do if he hit her again.

“You’re weak, very weak,” father screamed at me and the next instant, he pulled out a gun. “I wonder what you’re going to do, I mean you can’t even manage to kill Luciano. You let him slip through your grip.”

“I-” I tried to talk but got cut short again.

“All these while, all you did was fall in love with Luciano and sleep with the Dante kid shamelessly.”

Shock washed all through me. How did father know about all these, how did he know I slept with Gladys? Just how? Then it registered, he had his men watch me.

“I can do whatever I like with anybody. I’m an adult and so my love life is none of your business,” I shot back at him.

“I sincerely have no interest in the love life of a horny useless adult, you just happen to fall in love with the enemy. How could you?” He accused.

In my defense, I didn’t know. “I had no idea who she was, I didn’t know anything about her background,” I argued.

“How wise it is to sleep with someone without running a proper check, of course that’s what wise people do,” the sarcasm in his tone was extremely evident.

“Hold it right there, stop acting all perfect,” I started.

“Shut the fuck up Massimo,” he shouted lifting up his gun.

“And if I don’t?” I asked advancing towards him.

The next thing we heard was a gunshot. Father fired a bullet but not at me, at someone else, the third person in the room, mother!

“Fuck, fuck, that wasn’t intentional,” father screamed, but I was beyond believing him at this point.

“Mother, please be fine,” I begged as I rushed to her side, blood was flowing from her side like a pool and I was scared.

So was she. She looked scared and had begun to cry a little, but still managed to keep a smile on her face as she looked at me.

Without thinking, I lifted my gun and aimed right at father shooting him. Immediately, two men came towards me and I shot them too. Mother had to be safe.

“Help,” I screamed carrying her out in my arms.

Fortunately, my men appeared and a black car pulled up.

“Drive straight to the nearest hospital,” I ordered.