Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

TIFFANY

I kept pacing around the room as I chewed the food in my mouth,

I was in the same place with Gladys but she wasn’t focused. I looked at her and I could that there was something bothering her.

I chewed and then swallowed hard. Gladys kept looking over the window and somehow, I understood her fear.

She was so certain that nothing could happen and no one would find out but someone checked her house.

I don’t know how but the person seemed to know exactly what he was checking for.

Although I didn’t want to eat more, I felt it would be better than the fruits and fiver I’ve actually been having.

As I stayed there, I tried collecting everything that happened the previous day and somehow, the guy looked familiar.

I raised my brow as I tried to think and remember. I had no idea where exactly I knew him from or where I had seen him before yesterday.

Just as I was trying to recall, Gladys kept walking about and it made me unable to focus on what I was doing.

She was not just walking around but she was muttering some words in soliloquy.

“Can you just stop walking in my front?” I asked her.

She paused and clenched her hands. “You don’t get it, do you?”

I frowned cause I obviously did not get whatever was making her act like an ass and walk around like that.

“You don’t get it Tiffany,” she continued. “Do you have any idea how it feels to lose something after a deal?”

She paused and then exhaled audibly. “There’s shortcomings, you could even get the consequences of the failure to stick to your part. You know how that is, right?”

I frowned cause she was talking like I understood but I didn’t get shit from what she was saying.

Nothing she said made any sense and I couldn’t even hide it.

“I need to fix it,” she said again as if not noticing that the person she was telling had no damn knowledge of what see was saying.

“Hmm,” I muttered wondering if I should ask her what exactly she needed to fix.

“Your father hasn’t called and that’s suspicious. I talked last to Massimo’s father.” She paused and then looked back at me. “He talked about how Zino came to Massimo’s coronation and now, there’s news that he’s dead.”

“I’m sure Zino killed him,” she added. “Zino is and has always been a killer. Everyone knows it, even Massimo.”

“Is uh- is Massimo a prince to be coronated or something?” I asked her with my brow raised at her. I knew exactly how the mafia worked but I just wanted to get her all worked up and frustrated.

I enjoyed seeing Gladys frustrated so I asked again, waiting for her response.

“Oh, damn it,” she muttered and began explaining. “The mafia has it’s procedures and it’s bad that Massimo took over. He shouldn’t be in charge cause he won’t be able to do his father’s deal.” She swallowed hard and I could see the emotions welling in her face as she said that. “I’m a better fit for that position.”

“Why do you want to be a mafia queen so bad?” I asked her and she looked away without any response.

It was obvious she didn’t have an answer to that. She had no reason for wanting the position so badly and it didn’t make any sense to me.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You don’t have a reason?” I asked again.

“Look,” she answered. “I feel it’s in the family and I need to respect it.”

She paused for a moment and scoffed. “I need to avenge my parents’ death.”

“Did Zino kill your parents?” I asked immediately.

“No. Massimo’s father did.”

I swallowed hard but knitted my brief in confusion. If it was Massimo’s father that killed her parents then why was she holding me hostage?

“Why then did you take me?” I asked her cause I needed to know. “You just snatched me and kidnapped me,” I said with a light tone.

She looked at me.

“That was mentally draining. You could have just asked and i’d have handed myself over.”

“You don’t get it,” she scoffed and stood to her feet. “You really don’t get it.”

“Then make me get it,” I told her trying to convince her to explain the whole thing better.

“Massimo, Luciano and Zino cares about you,” she said and I tried to remain calm to know where she was heading.

“Well, Massimo cares about Luciano. Luciano cares about you and Zino in turn cares about you and Luciano.”

She exhaled. “You may not get it but this clique is everything I need to get all my plans achieved. It may sound crazy to anyone else but I don’t fucking care and all I know is that I’m going to get it.”

“And how- how do you intend to get that done? I mean, you can’t be so sure of your plans.”

“Well I’m very sure of them and I don’t need your advice on this.”

“No,” I interrupted. “It’s not an advice but I can speak to my father. You know he’ll fo anything for me.”

I paused to see if she was listening. “All I have to do is call him and make the request. I can ask him to give you some place in the mafia. You can be whatever you want even more than you originally planned.”

I swallowed hard. “You know that right? My father is influential and it’s not going to be difficult to convince him. He’ll do it as long as I’m the one asking. Just give me my phone so I can talk to him, you’ll see for yourself that he’ll grant the wish.”

I needed her to agree with me so badly so I hoped she’d be convinced.

I waited for her response and then she scoffed and looked back at me.

She shook her head in disapproval. “I can’t be a fool.”