Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I watched the boy tear the nylon and stuffed the whole pancake into his mouth.

He ate it hungrily and then looked at me with a wide smile.

“How about making millions?” He asked and stuffed another pancake into his mouth.

He was so excited to ask me questions about money and I had no idea why he was all excited about it.

“Tell me,” he said looking at me. “How do I make such millions in few days?”

“Few days?” I scoffed. Who the hell makes so much money in few days of starting a business?

I knew I wasn’t so much older than him- but I tried to brush that off and act more matured.

I barely talked until it was needed and when I did, it was just some words or blatant rhetorical questions.

That was how I aimed at achieving the matured look. By not talking unnecessarily and giving every word time before saying it.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and remained calm but images of the whole incident filled my head.

How Massimo stabbed me mercilessly and how I growled in pains but the only thing he could was was to run away.

The thought of it made me feel pains in my stomach so I used my hands to trace the bandage.

I touched the bandage and a grunt escaped my lips because the injury was still very much painful.

I tried to brush off the pains but it was seemingly difficult. It made me think of numerous and most importantly, painful ways to get back at Massimo.

I wanted him to feel twice as much pains as I did and I needed him to beg for life which i’d ignore.

I imagined so many scenarios in my head- all of which was him paying for what he did.

The thoughts of Massimo and what he did made me feel triggered and I could feel the anger welling in my body. I balled my hands in a fist because I didn’t want to get violent and all I could think of was ways to control my anger.

I tried to calm my nerves down and think of more gruesome things to do to him when Selena’s son turned to me.

“You okay?” He asked faintly chewing. I looked over and there was no more pancakes in his hands. I could see that he already ate it all but that wasn’t my concern.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“I can’t seem to get it,” he announced looking back at the screen of his laptop and then back to me. “I can’t trace her phone through her laptop.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he said that. I asked him to trace Tiffany’s phone and came up with an idea of using her laptop.

I know Tiffany can’t do without her laptop so if she was alright, she definitely would be using it.

“Did you hear me?” He asked when I didn’t respond to his first and second sentence. I gave a nod. Of course I heard him, I just hated how I already had my hopes high on the issue.

“I think her phone is off,” the boy added.

I sat there regretting why I believed I could do something. It was a different type of pain to see your hope and plans all clashing to the floor right before your eyes.

“The previous posts from the user are all in the UK,” he said as he clicked the mouse and continued surfing with his laptop.

I raised my brow with nothing more than thoughts filling my head.

“Is there uh- maybe a way we can reach to her so she can put her phone on?”

Of course there was no fucking way but I didn’t say that. I didn’t respond at all and I just remained there quiet and unable to think of any other way.

I held my hands together and gave a sigh when he looked at me.

Footsteps approached us and when I turned in the direction of the sound, it was my man.

“Here,” he said and handed me a phone. “It’s the video about the death and the party.”

I took the phone from him and quietly watched the video while trying to maintain composure and not hurl my phone to the wall.

“They,” he said first. “Massimo and Gladys suspect that you’re dead.”

“Wait hollup,” Selena’s son said looking at the both of us. “Did you steal money from the government or from a notorious gang?”

I could hear the curiosity in his voice as he asked that question but I wasn’t subject to giving him detailed information. Nothing about it concerns him and he was only helping with trying to trace Tiffany’s phone.

I felt the urge to tell him I am the gang and tell him to fucking shut his mouth cause he talks too much but I brushed it off.

I didn’t say anything to him even when I knew that the urge to tell him to mind his business was fucking high.

“I brought new clothes,” Selena announced as she walked into the room.

We all looked in her direction but a closer look revealed that the clothes she was holding was for her son cause it looked way smaller.

I didn’t bother to go over to check for any clothe, it was the least of my worries and all I wanted was to find a way around the whole situation.

“I want to go to my house,” I blurted and my man turned to look at me with disbelief.

“That’s not a good idea,” he muttered and shook his head.

“Why not?” I asked acting oblivious of everything happening.

“Well cause it’s not the smartest thing to do. What if someone wants you dead?” He asked me.

“Everyone wants me dead and I am already dead,” I told him.

It was the truth, to them I was already dead.

“Get mentally ready,” I told him. “In five seconds we should reach my apartment.”