Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

LUCIANO

The fact that they all knew Tiffany was a treasure to the family, made me smile as I walked down.

I reached the staircase and held the rail as I walked downstairs carefully.

A small smile cut across my face from just thinking of Tiffany and my hands inside her but the smile disappeared once I got to meet Zino.

He was dressed in a faux fur cap and a black coat over his clothes. He looked like a Don as usual but that wasn’t my concern.

I was more concerned about what could have happened that needed me to he summoned so early.

I tried to make a guess but they were all coming out wrongly or better still, I couldn’t get a perfect guess of what it could be.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I felt goosebumps on my body and I looked at my hands, quietly. I did that in such a way that no one would notice that my attention got diverted to look at myself.

It was all Zino’s presence and I knew it cause it isn’t the first time it was happening to me.

I don’t know if it makes any sense but I always feel anxious around my father. It feels like there’s this consciousness being around him brings.

It’s not natural neither is it forced, it just comes on its own and I haven’t been able to wrap my hands around it.

I swallowed hard from just thinking of it and tried to brush it off as I waited for him.

He was on a call when I walked in but I sensed that he knew I was there. He waited and muttered some inaudible words to the caller.

I’ve been so disconnected from work and the mafia in a short while because i was trying to focus and major on making education and Tiffany feel better about the whole thing. Well, I have been transferred to Italy so we can work it here.

I should have had an idea who he was talking to and what contracts he was seeking to make but everything sounded new and odd to me.

Zino looked at me and then shook his head calmly like he was about to say something

My mind paused and wondered if it was about us- Tiffany and I but I wasn’t sure.

If he wanted to talk about the whole thing then maybe his approach would have been a little different. Maybe, I wasn’t sure still.

Everything looked too chill and that made me brush off the worry about Tiffany. I swallowed hard and tried to maintain composure as he took a step and walked closer to me.

“I wanted this to be a surprise,” my father said and smiled gently. “But then, I want you to be prepared.”

I raised my brow trying to get it but it was a unreadable.

“I’m uh- I’m getting prepared for school,” I told him. “Tiff is also getting ready.”

“No,” he blurted and shook his head. “I’m talking about your coronation.”

His voice was stern and as audible as anything you could think of so I was sure that I heard clearly.

My jaw dropped at the mention of that cause I had no idea that the coronation was the reason he called me.

I was too worried that something else had happened or something came up that I didn’t think of possible positive reasons why he’d have called me.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and slightly opened my mouth to say a word.

“I know it may be coming as a shock,” he told me and I gave a nod. Of course was coming as a shock and I never expected it. Not this way or at this point in time.

“By the way, that’s the reason I’m telling you so you can get yourself prepared. There are a few things to do and I have began handling the preparation of most.” He paused to see if I was following and of course I was.

I was as attentive as I could ever be giving a nod at the end of each sentence and the beginning of a sentence.

I was too conscious and couldn’t stop thinking of how to appear perfect in my father’s eye.

“I was at Massimo’s coronation,” he told me and gave a small nod. “It was fun to be there but more fun to see the boy tremble.”

I swallowed hard and said nothing in response at first. I had no idea what to say it what my father wanted me to say at first.

I tried to remain as blank as possible, using my fist to keep myself busy.

“I want to see Massimo tremble for you too,” he added and I turned in his direction.

He gave a nod to confirm that he just said. “I know the memories that you both have are precious and all but then-” he said and paused. “People change and would hurt you.”

He looked at me. “Massimo shot you and you’re still recovering from it.” He raised his hands to point at my body but I stopped him.

“No,” I blurted. “Massimo stabbed me and it was all a mistake.”

I had no idea why I was still doing this; defending him but I just did in a bid to explain things better to my father.

He went quiet after I said that and I just remained in the same position wondering if I was having an easy moment or a difficult time convincing him about the whole thing Massimo did.

“You need to fix Gladys,” he blurted just when I thought he was done. “We have gotten what they want; which is my princess and now, I don’t want her alive in my house.”

I gave a small nod in understanding and held my fist together as I thought of what else to say.

“I will,” I told him. “I will do something.”

“You have to,” he responded and paused. “You have to make sure it’s before next Friday because that’s your coronation.”

I choked at those words.

That’s a few days from now.