Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I sat down calmly on the bed as Selena undressed the bandage. She dipped the cotton wool into methylated spirit and then used it on me.

She used it on my body in circles and then waited for a moment before pouring some powdered medicine into my injury.

I growled and then remained calm as she took a new bandage and wrapped me. I tried not to let the pain show but grunts escaped my lips.

She used a towel to clean off the water from my hands and then gently squeezed the water from the towel.

She placed it on my stomach and then allowed it to stay there for a moment.

“I’ll be easy,” she said when she noticed that I was in so much pains with the way she was trying the hand and using the bandage on me.

She tied it again, this time tighter but I didn’t growl or flinch this time around. It get like the first bandage already took the pains away.

She exhaled and then turned to the table beside her. She took the drugs and handed it over to me.

“Here, take this,” she said and then handed a glass of water to me.

I took it and then swallowed the drugs before taking a sip from the glass. I dropped the glass on the table and used my hands to wipe my mouth.

“I’ll be leaving soon,” I told her and she turned to face me. “I want your son to do something for me.”

Unsure of what her reaction would be, I paused.

“Marcus just gained admission into college,” she started. “He’s a bright student but we don’t even have money to send him to school.”

“I need to ask you something,” I told her. “What were you helping Massimo with?”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She paused and I thought for a moment that she wasn’t going to say anything but I was wrong.

“Actually, Massimo reached out to me to help him get a woman.”

“A woman?” I asked her to be sure heard that right.

“Yes, he had specific characteristics that he wanted and even when there was a slight difference he rebuked me immediately.” She paused. “He was going to pay handsomely so I took the job without a second thought. I needed the pay badly.”

“Hmm,” I responded. “I can take care of your son and help you get out of that place.’

I looked at the way her eyes lit and clenched my jaw.

“I’m in debts,” she explained. “I’ve been in a lot of debts since I got divorced. It’s do draining that I can’t even explain what merely thinking of it does to me.” She paused to catch her breath. “I need to pay them, they keep threatening me so I always think of says to clear the debts. I can work for you if you have a job for me.”

I didn’t respond.

“Can you help me with a job?” She asked. “Marcus says you’re very rich.” When she saw I wasn’t responding, she took a moment to take a deep breath.

“I’m still very much young,” she emphasised. “I can work for you and earn.”

There was no way on earth I was going to agree to that proposal. I already knew what she meant was that we could have sex while I pay but that wasn’t something I wanted.

“No,” I refused. “I don’t need you working for me that way.”

“I have three sons,” she said again. “They’re all my responsibility and I want to keep them. If I don’t meet up, then my ex husband will take them and I’ll never set my eyes on my sons again.”

“Are you sure they want to stay with you?” I asked despite being aware of it.

“Of course. They want to be with me and I know it. My husband was abusive and I can’t stand my children being with him. Look,” she said and began pointing at random marks on her body. “He did this to me and guess what? It got worse each day that passed by.”

“I can survive anyhow,” she explained. “I just want my kids to be saved.”

I gave a small nod cause I never experienced such motherly love but it was such a beautiful thing to see.

“Massimo told ms about organ selling,” she muttered. “If that’s why it takes then I’ll sell mine. You just have to promise me you’ll pay my bills and send my children to a better place.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as she said that. I couldn’t imagine what was going through her head as she said those words.

“You’re desperate,” I told her and swallowed hard. I clenched my jaw and then looked back at her. “I’ll pay for your hospitality.”

“Really?” She asked as tears rolled down her cheeks. They were tears of gratitude or was it joy?

I couldn’t exactly tell but she sounded so happy so I just gave a small nod.

“Thank you so much,” she said. “I’m so grateful.”

“That’s enough,” I told her once I began getting uncomfortable.

She gave a nod in understanding but her eyes was still filled with tears. I looked at her and I knew she deserved better than what she was getting.

As she turned to leave, I called her.

“Can you help me work my college transfer to Italy?” I asked her. “Then you go somewhere different.”

“I- I can’t leave until I pay,” she repeated again and I shook my head. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Her jaw dropped and I knew it was going to be another series of gratitude.

“Also,” I added. “Can your son stay with me for a while?”

I didn’t know what her response wild be but I already made up my mind to respect whatever decisions she would make.

She paused for a moment and then looked at me again. “He should stay one place though,” she said with a small smile.