Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

MASSIMO’S POV

“CORONATION,”

written in big fat seria killer letters.

The banner above me spelt largely in very bold letters. The hall was packed full of both well-wishers and people who just came to get a glimpse of what I looked like. It felt weird standing on the stage with people’s eyes hovering over me and mouths whispering of pleasure and displeasure.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I looked around and all I saw was a bunch of mostly happy faces belonging to happy people of which I was quite the opposite. All I could do was stare at my mom.

Her face was bland, drained of all emotions. She stood amongst the crowd looking very much disinterested in whatever was going on, I was almost sure she was here just because of me and probably because father mandated here to attend.

Once or twice when someone went over in her direction, she managed to squeeze out a smile. Her face was full of wrinkles and she looked scared of something that wasn’t in the crowd or the large hall, like she was expectant of something.

I wished there was something I could do, but I was sure she wouldn’t open up to me. The moment I go over, she would most likely put on a facade and pretend all was well. It bugged me to see her this way, but there was little to nothing I could do.

Father instructed me to greet all the guests; the prominent and respected men of Italy were all here and I couldn’t fuck up my chance to have them on my good side. The bad people were equally here and I had a job to make them understand that I couldn’t be messed with. How I was going to do that, I had no idea.

My eyes scanned the hall once more, taking in the beauty this time for lack of what to do. Giant and huge chandeliers hung down from the ceiling along side a rotating bulb that gave it a disco look. Decorations were in top gear with my name and face plastered on almost every balloon. I found that childish but father said it was so everyone would know who I was.

The best restaurant in the city covered the event. I watched the waiters in their shiny white and black move around the hall serving glasses of champagne and finger foods, then I caught sight of someone in white.

“That’s not a waiter,” I muttered to myself. Zino!

Fear gripped me that instant and I found myself holding on to my trousers for support in fear of Zino. I knew the bad men would be here, but Zino was an highly unexpected presence.

I was staring for almost three minutes when I caught a hold on myself. I shouldn’t stare, I wouldn’t stare. I would avoid eye contact with him and pretend not to notice he was in the crowd.

As if reading my mind and wanting to help, two men came towards me with hands stretched forward.

“Congratulations,” they took turns to shake me. “We look forward to your administration and we have no doubt your dad made the right choice.”

The strategy was obvious, these were the men who feared father and didn’t want to get on my wrong side. They were trying too hard, one held my hand and my gaze for more than a minute. It was almost like he was pleading, I could see fear in his eyes as he looked at me. Father has this effect on most people, I couldn’t blame him.

They left and my eyes searched the crowd again till I caught sight of Zino talking to two men, he didn’t seem to be here for me, that was a bit comforting.

“Hello Massimo,” a man dressed in an expensive suit came towards me with hands behind his. nacks this time. “Congratulations on your coronation,” he said in a tone that was laced with more of mockery than sincerity.

“I hope you’ll do better than your father and learn not to cross some paths,” he said and proceeded to try to walk away.

Placing a hand on his shoulders, I dragged him back a bit. I knew his type, the ones that were hoping I wasn’t as fierce as father so they came to try to scare me. It was working to an extent, but father wouldn’t have me run off like a scaredy cat. This one had definitely pushed it.

Placing my mouth just behind his ear, I whispered “I would have you killed, but you’d be better off as a slave. Or perhaps it’d be fun to watch you beg as I take over your territory or maybe I could just wipe out your generation.”

I could see fear written all over the man’s face. “Rightt, I didn’t think you wanted to cross me,” I whispered before letting him go. He walked away quickly.

To say I was happy about having to scare people and threaten to kill them would be a lie, I was tired of it. I decided to retire to a corner of the room to avoid it and perhaps Zino too.

****

It had barely been five minutes since I sat down when I heard a familiar harsh voice that I recognised as Zino’s.

“Right, here is the man who shot my son.”

But for self control, I would have definitely pissed on myself. I was scared to my bones and wished I could run away from all these problems.

“You shot my son,” he said in a lower voice.

The look of surprise on my face couldn’t be concealed. What did he mean by shot? I stabbed Luciano.

Before I could respond, Zino continued. “Congratulations Massimo, be rest assured that you’ll hand over when it’s time.”

This sounded more like a fact rather than a threat or a promise. Zino scared the hell out of me, I was holding myself back from trembling in his presence.

“You have a call,” one of my men. came to inform me. I watched Zino nod his head and walk away before taking the call. To say I was relieved would be an understatement.

“Hey,” Gladys loud voice threatened to block my ear drums.

“What is it this time?” I questioned.

“Hey, don’t yell at me. You didn’t do your work well,” she screamed again.

“Gladys I have important things to attend to. Quit nagging, what is it?” I was growing impatient.

“I think Luciano is alive.”