Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I slammed the car door behind me and strutted the keys to lock the car. I had no idea when Massimo would show up but he said he’d meet me here.

I looked around before taking strides toward the place I chose to meet him. That awkwardness, it was like I wasn’t doing the right thing and I was doing the right thing at the same time.

I felt a flush of anxiety as I got closer to the bar but I brushed it off and checked my hoodie for my gun. It wasn’t my first time so feeling foe my gun brought back memories.

Just that that day, that faithful night I had agreed to mmet him. Give years ago, I was wearing a similar hoodie and checking for my gun. I also had that feeling, that gut feeling like I wasn’t doing anything right but because I wanted to show my dad that I wasn’t a coward, I shot it.

At that point, I wondered if I want be tempted to shot him at this bar. I felt I would be tempted to just end what I started and make my father know I wasn’t useless at all.

I touched the familiar steel object and then adjusted my hoodie. I took a table facing the window and settled in the L-shaped chair.

My phone beeped and I checked the notification expecting it to be my guest, but it wasn’t.

I put my hands on the table and took one last glance at the environment. It was a serene yet busy place and a part of me was glad I chose here.

“Dear bestfriend.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I looked at my screen for a few minutes before I glanced up and saw Massimo walking toward the table.

He took easy steps and when he got to me, he smirked.

I kept a straight face as he approached me and then he smiled widely.

“Were you so scared I’ll hurt you that you had to pick this place?” He asked looking around the room. “Don’t bother to answer,” he continued. “I already know what you are, a fucking chicken.”

Odd, I wasn’t triggered. Although I felt a very thiny rush of awkwardness but I swear that was all.

I didn’t respond to his rhetorical questions or his accusations. I didn’t have to.

It didn’t feel new to me- didn’t even trigger me. I felt used to being called that because Tiffany always said it whether she meant it or not.

“You seem to have never changed, always been a chicken,” Massimo said as if reading my thoughts.

I paused and then looked at him. “How?” I asked.

I felt the urge to hear what he wanted to say. To know what he thought and to see what he’d do.

He chuckled lightly and then sneered. “Your bullet missed,” he said and shook his head in disapproval.

“Your bullet missed too,” I told him.

He ignored me and then lowered himself.

“So tell me,” Massimo said and adjusted sitting opposite me. “Do you enjoy fucking Tiffany or you’re just using her like you use everyone you know?”

That was deep! Deeper that I imagined.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to think of a response.

“I didn’t mean it,” I told him. “Look Massimo- we don’t have to do this. You know? To let our parents fight come between us. We’re best friends. We used to be Best friends”

“Right until you attempted to kill your best friend,” he scoffed.

I hit my hand on the table. “I warned you! I fucking warned you about it, Massimo. I asked you to go.”

“And where could I have gone?” Massimo asked looking at me. “Don’t even try to act like a saint. If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t have shot me.”

“I had no choice,” I sneered. “You shot me too.”

“Fuck it man, you’re such an asshole,” Massimo cussed and balled his hands in a fist.

I did the same because I was getting mad already.

“It was all your fault,” Massimo said again. “I fucking hate you.”

“No,” I rebutted. A lot of things have been my fault but not this one. I won’t take the blame for this when I know that I tried to stop it.

I warned him about it but he wouldn’t listen to me. If he listened to me, this would not have happened.

“Of course it’s your damn fault,” Massimo said.

“It is not my fault!” I yelled at him. “I didn’t cause this and you can’t blame me for it.

He scoffed in mockery and than turned to look at me. “So tell me, why didn’t you run away with me?”

There was silence for a few seconds.

“I’m asking you Luciano. Why didn’t you run away with me? Or did you forget what we shared? Do you not remember what -”

“That’s enough,” I scoffed. “I am not into any gay stuff and I had to take over the Mafia from my father.”

“Do you know our fathers were best friends?” He asked me but I turned away.

I used my hands to brush the tip of my nose and I scoffed.

“You, look here,” I told him. “You’re going to fuck off and act like this never happened. You’re going to leave Tiffany and never disturb her again.”

“Woah woah,” he said interrupting me. “She didn’t say I’m disturbing her, did she?”

I clenched my jaw. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You need to stop seeing Tiff.”

“Well, what difference does it make?” He asked me. “It makes no single difference because none of us can get her.”

Although it felt so true but I didn’t want to believe.

I didn’t respond to him cause I knew he was saying the truth. I didn’t want to agree on that though because Tiffany is mine and the moment Massimo gets out of the picture, she’ll realize it.

I swallowed hard as Massimo sat across me and raised his brow like he was waiting for my response.

Of course I was not going to say anything on that.

“You know it’s true,” he smirked and stretched his hand to touch my shoulder.

I held his hand and shoved it back. “YOU CANNOT HAVE TIFFANY.”

My voice was loud and for a moment it felt like we had all eyes on us. I leaned back on the chair and tool a deep breath.

“Common Luciano,” he sneered. “You made sure I can never impregnate a woman.” He paused and then looked at me. “Do you know what I want to do now? I’m going to make sure I make you the same as me.”

He sprawled to his feet and then lowered his head to meet me.

He kissed me lips. “Fuck you,” he said and turned away.

I watched him walk away till his footsteps became distant.

My brows furrowed as I sat still trying to make sense from the whole thing.

How did- how did I make Massimo impotent?