Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

Despite trying to hold back the tear drop, it fell down.

I wiped off my eyes immediately. I was breaking down and I needed my father but he wasn’t anywhere near me to help me get through this. Well, it wasn’t as if he had ever being around to be for me.

All I could think of was his voice telling me ‘men don’t cry.

“Only useless men cry, Luciano.”

That’s what he’d always say and that made me unable to lower my walls and cry. Something deep down was letting me know that I was gradually going useless but I can’t let that happen.

I checked the phone one last time but there was still no call or response from him.

I turned the phone off and I checked my pocket but it was empty –

“fuck!” I panicked.

I quickly began searching around for my gun and my heartbeat increased.

I need that Fvcking gun!

There was no way I would feel safe without my gun and now it was missing, all I could think of was where to search for it.

“Where the fuck are you?” I asked as I searched my jacket for the gun. “Shit.”

My heart raced faster and all the bad images flashed in my eyes. I quickly ran out, in an attempt to search for my gun.

I stormed out and quickly strutted my keys into the lock when I got to my car.

I was being paranoid and that was making goosebumps float on my skin.

The moment I opened the door, I began searching beneath the seats and even beside the gear box.

I finally found the gun in the glove box and I sighed in relief. I held my chest and listened to my heartbeat become normal again.

Glad that I finally found the gun, I placed it back in the glove box and climbed out of the car.

I checked my wrist watch and realized Tiffany may be asleep already.

I actually wanted her to be asleep so I could sit beside her and watch her. It was a way to calm my nerves and I found out about it when I watched her sleep for the first time.

An image of her sleeping on her bed with her skin popping filled my head. She usually wore revealing clothes to bed and I would never comprehend why.

I once asked her and she said she felt comfortable in them. They were beautiful on her but it also made her sexy and makes me want to fuck her.

Shit!

A lump formed in my throat as I remembered the sex with Gladys. I cringed hard at the flashback but I guess i’d always remember it now.

I wouldn’t say I regret fucking her but more than anything, I wish I didn’t have to fuck her.

I’d do anything to have Tiffany but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything.

“Fuck it,” I scoffed and shook the thoughts of Gladys off my head.

I walked back inside the house and walked to the elevator. I pressed the buttons and when the door opened, I frowned.

Gladys was standing right there and a wicked smile crept on her lips when she saw me.

I don’t know if its because I dislike her so much but she looked awful to me.

It was crazy because I know if this was anyone else, they’d do anything to have her and fuck her the way I did but I- I just dislike her a lot and it has turned every good attribute of hers to awful ones.

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I stood beside her but maintained some sort of space between us. I couldn’t stand being in the same space with her and definitely not at such close range.

“You’re ignoring me now?” She asked when I didn’t respond to her the first time.

I stood there waiting to get to my fucking destination. I’d do anything to go faster and not have to deal with a talkative asshole.

“Fine,” she scoffed. “You can ignore me all you want but what you’re doing to Tiffany is wrong.”

I turned to look at her face at the mention of Tiffany and when she noticed she had my attention, she gave a small nod.

“Stop locking her inside while you’re out. She’s not a fucking prisoner and you don’t have the right to do so.”

The fvck! Who the hell was she to tell me what I should do to my Tiff?!

“Mind your fucking business,” I shunned not wanting to hear any more word.

“After I call the cops, right?” She raised her brows.

Fear! Rage!!

Was all I felt as I tried to be good. My blood was boiling and I want to kill her. I want to silence her forever and make sure she never speak again.

Killing her and making it looking like an accident, suicide, or mistake felt like a good idea but Tiffany would be made at me.

“Stop it.” I said a bit calm.

“Why? You know I’m saying the damn truth and you’re the one just treating her like a fucking dog and-”

I turned to her and pushed her to the wall. I held her neck and swallowed the lump that was making it way to my throat. “Shut the fuck up bitch.”

She had a smile instead, and bit her lip looking at me.

I had no idea if roughness turned her on but I wasn’t in for that shit.

I removed my hands from her neck and stepped back.

“You’ll never talk about Tiffany like that.”

She coughed and looked at me seductively.

“Never,” I reminded her.

With that, the elevator opened and I walked out. She stepped out right behind me too and I could tell she was about to say something.

Just as I expected, she called my name.

“I’ll pay you a visit, Luciano.”

I didn’t respond to her. I wasn’t about to exchange words with someone who was a fucking thorn in my flesh.

“I picked the passport,” she continued when she saw I wasn’t paying any attention to her.

I paused and did a 360 turn to face her. “What?”

“You heard me. I picked the passport.”

“Look,” I said and stretched my hands out in a reflex action. “I don’t want you to go missing. I- don’t want that Gladys.”

“Well guess what? I want that and I’ll go missing for you.”

She walked away and I just paused. I had no idea what to do.

“Wait,” I called again but she didn’t stop walking. Instead her silvery voice squealed from afar.

“Stronzo,” she cussed and i swallowed hard.

What the heck? That bitch cussed at me in Italiano!