Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

My heart skipped twice in a row and I couldn’t stop my heart from beating so fast.

I was both anxious and nervous. I clenched my jaw as I thought of everything he said.

Zino said Tiffany’s mom isn’t his wife. I’ve never heard anything more crazier than that and as I stood there waiting, it just began to make more sense to me.

Everything began adding up and I swallowed hard as I thought of it. They never acted in a romantic way for years.

I mean, I saw it.. The signs but I always overlooked it cause they always had a way to play things the way they wanted.

My mind flashed to numerous occasions and I just swallowed hard. “Fuck,” I blurted. There was absolutely nothing I could say to make it all make sense to me.

“So-” I started. “Why do you want me to wait?”

My father asked me to wait behind after the whole confession thing and I couldn’t think of a reason why he wanted me to wait behind.

“Tiffany,” he responded. She needs to hear it too.”

“Oh.”

I gave a small nod in agreement because he was right about that. Tiffany needed to hear everything that he just said to me.

I took a deep breath and exhaled audibly. Nothing del more crazy than this and I just remained there thinking of it.

Shortly after, the front door squeaked open and Tiffany walked in with a pack of chips in both her hands and mouth.

She was chewing lazily and her mouth had a pattern of movement.

I couldn’t stop looking at her- I could live my entire life admiring her and nothing would make me regret those actions.

Tiffany’s hair was packed into a loose ponytail and had strands falling lazily to her face.

Her hair texture looked a lot smoother but that wasn’t just it. She was looking so different and it was in a good way.

The way the lines of her face all joined hands to enhance her beauty made me wonder and just looked at her.

I felt eyes on me and when I slightly turned, I saw my father looking at me.

I mentally cussed cause I know how lost I looked staring at her. She had no idea how beautiful she looked and that was even crazier.

I tried to swallowed back the embarrassment I felt as my Dad watched met eyes lit up for Tiffany.

She was a little lot bigger, anyone could see it. She also had fluffy cheeks with a snatched waist and a wider hip.

Everything was so perfect that if I was asked to define perfection, i’d just point to Tiffany because there was no better way to define perfection.

She greeted Zino and then smiled at me before taking a seat. She raised her brows and tried to settle in shortly before Zino cleared his throat and walked closer to where we sat.

“I want to say something,” Zino said. “Something that I wish I wouldn’t say.”

He looked at Tiffany, looked at me and then back at Tiff. I swallowed hard with each glance and just waited for him to spill the beans.

He paused. “You and Luciano are not blood related.”

Despite hearing it already, it sounded just the exact way it did when I first heard it.

“You are not siblings like you’ve always believed,” he continued. “And I’ll explain everything to you guys.”

Tiffany’s face was field with heavy confusion and I couldn’t blame her. Those words didn’t make any sense at first.

“Your mom and I never got married,” he told Tiffany. “It was all fake. More like a staged marriage because your mom saved me from the cops.”

“I know it doesn’t sound real,” he acknowledged. “Massimo’s father set me up after I thought and tried to make peace. It was crazy because she was just an angel sent at that minute to help me.”

“Tiffany’s mom?” He said and paused. “She’s the greatest woman anyone can ever think of and I was really lucky and blessed to have her save me that day.”

I was concerned about how Tiffany was handling the whole thing so I turned to look at her but her face was blank.

Maybe I missed some reactions on her face when he was talking but she was just looking at him blankly, with an unexplainable expression.

“She’s the greatest,” he repeated. “And I so wish she could remain long.”

“It was such an experience. She lied that we were married and at that point, she was trying to run away. She was attempting to escape from Tiffany’s abusive father.”

“After everything, I decided to pay her for her kindness and selflessness then I realized she has thalassemia and had used up all her savings.”

“While I worked and did my stuff in the mafia as her husband, I gave her money to change her blood but recently-” he said and paused for a second. “We recently found out that she has stage 3 cancer and that was why I suggested that we traveled to Italy to spend some time in case something happens to her.”

“No fucking way!!” Tiffany blurted.

I raised my brow because it made sense now but still did not make any sense. I wondered how they managed to keep every single details away from us all these years.

Everything seemed like a movie that was just played right in out eyes and Tiffany and I have been so oblivious of major incidents making up the movie.

Tiffany was having an outburst but it was very understandable being that she was hearing a very sensitive thing.

Her eyes were already glassy and her voice got lower even as she screamed that this wasn’t possible.

“None of this,” Tiffany sobbed. “Hiding all of these isn’t fair to me at all. It isn’t fair,” she sobbed and turned away.

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