Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

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My eyes darted around the room looking for nothing in particular.

I just kept looking around as my mind wandered back and forth wondering what would happen at the coronation.

I was trying to get a mental picture of how it could go but more than the anticipation, I was worried.

I could feel it inside my venue that I wasn’t very okay knowing the corporation was only a while away.

My biggest concern is that I keep thinking of what would happen if I disappoint my father and he isn’t satisfied.

I tried to brush off the thoughts selling in my head but the more that I tried, the more I got anxious about it.

The fact that my brain is wired to please my father just makes everything more and more difficult.

I gave a sigh and leaned back on the chair I was sitting. My right hand was on the table in front of me and it randomly raised to touch my forehead.

It was something I did unconsciously but the main point was to keep my self calm and try to be as composed as possible.

Pieces of paper was scattered on the table cause I was trying to get everything planned out and written.

I picked up the pen from the table and scrabbled some words on the paper. They were ideas I had for the coronation and just as I was about dropping the pen, I thought of another idea.

I paused and began contemplating if I should go ahead and add Massimo to the list. I swallowed hard and allowed the conflicting opinions to fight in my head.

I suddenly remembered the look on Massimo’s face when he stabbed me and how he reacted. I swallowed hard and I felt a rush of adrenaline right in my body.

Anger was coursing through me and I knew it cause my eyes suddenly became hot and I felt my heart beat rate change.

It hanged from the norm pattern to a more faster rate. I clenched my jaw and balled my hands into a fist.

I though of it – of how I should have been better. I probably should have been bold enough to fix it.

It would be over once and for all if I try to fix it. I swallowed back the lump in my throat as I remembered what led my father to Tiffany’s mom.

I signaled for one of the men stationed in the same room to come closer and he did.

“Boss,” he said after taking strides to meet me. “You called me.”

“I did,” I confirmed and gave him a nod. “Dl you have any thing on Massimo?”

He shook his head slightly and I could tell that he didn’t have anything of substance.

“I need you to get me the latest information on Massimo. Anything that you think I should know and everything that he’s been up to in these past days.” I paused to allow that sink before giving the last order. “I also need you to check on Tiffany.”

“Yes Boss,” he responded and gave a small nod. He walked back to where he stationed and I returned my attention back to the paper I was writing on.

I paused for a second and then decided to have a word with my father. I could use the opportunity to share some of the ideas I highlighted and ask of his opinion.

I stood to my feet and grabbed my jacket from the hanger. I took a few steps to the door and then pushed the door open.

“Look who we have,” Zino said when he saw me walk inside his bedroom.

A small smile crept on his lips but I didn’t smile back. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Do you know how long it has been since you last came around me like this?” He laughed and I assumed it was just a rhetorical question he was using to prove a point.

“You know? It was only when you were still a child that you came to me for every single thing. It was fun having you ask for even the most impossible thing on earth.”

I raised my brow because I couldn’t seem to have one of those memories of me asking for impossible things from him.

“You once asked your tooth fairy for a gun instead of money or what ever else children ask for,” he told me with smiles on his face.

“I did?” I asked, amused by that confession.

“Yes son.”

I laughed at that memory and then looked at Zino. “I bet I’ve always been this way. I’m only trying to be the best for you.”

“And that right there is what I need to talk to you about.” He looked at me. “You should be doing this for only yourself and not for me; to make me proud, pleased or whatever it is. It is your life, son and you’re the first priority.”

I swallowed hard as he said those words.

“I’m sorry son. I was only trying to make you strong just like my parents did to me. It was with the help of Tiffany’s mom that I realized how to train a child.”

I gave a nod and he pulled me into a fatherly hug. He patted my back gently and for a moment, I felt like a child again.

I felt like a toddler with no worries and problems. It felt good to feel that way and I just smiled.

“No matter how old you are, you’ll always be my baby and i’ll do anything to make you happy.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I have a surprise for you on your Coronation.”

“Father,” I called and swallowed hard. “Is it uh- is it okay if ask if you’re angry that I got Tiffany pregnant?”

I only asked that because I have been dying to know what he thought about the whole situation.

“Well, the coronation will tell,” he responded to me.