Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

But for real, what the fck actually happened?

I was overly irritated by the time I got home. Can’t say which annoyed me the most bit everything was definitely adding to my suffering.

I scoffed for like the fifth time in two minutes and reached for my phone. I needed to speak to someone or go mad.

It was that bad and the only person I could think of calling was my mom.

I waited for the call to connect but it didn’t. It just kept ringing and ringing toll it stopped.

“Damn it!” I blurted. Sometimes I wonder if there’s ever anything she does other than ignoring my calls.

Dad wasn’t any different but I dialed his number just to fulfil all righteousness.

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“Tiffany,” he called the moment the call connected.

It was new for him to pick his calls and so I was surprised.

“You picked,” I told him.

“Of course I did, yiu are my baby. Tell me, how are you?”

I thought of the best way to describe how I was feeling and why I was feeling that way.

“Dad you don’t care about me or Luciano,” I told him. “You don’t even act like you have children. Damn it, we could he in danger and you wouldn’t even know.”

“That’s not true Tiff.”

My chest was already tightened and my sobs became louder.

“I know for a fact that Luciano will keep you safe.”

“But Dad we’re -”

“Take it easy, Tiff. I assure you that everything is going to be fine. Alright?”

I didn’t respond.

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad at me. Tiff?”

“Fine,” I scoffed. “I’m no longer mad at you.”

“That’s my girl.”

“I have one complain though,” I said hurriedly. “Luciano has not eaten for days. I’m worried that he may fall sick.”

“Look at you,” he teased. “Acting just like your mother when she monitors me.”

He laughed and I joined him although I knew it was Luciano that controlled me.

“Luciano is fine,” he assured. “You know what? Check your bank, I’ll send some personal money to you alright?”

A smile crept on my lips. “Okay, thanks.”

“One more thing,” he said. “Make sure you stay with Luciano. It’s not safe for you now.”

“But Dad-”

“Just listen to what I say,” he told me. “You are meant to be dead.”

“How did you come up with that?” I asked him. “The news that me and Massimo died in the fire.”

He went quiet for a moment but cleared his throat afterwards. “I’ll do anything for my children, Tiffany. Even if it means taking other people’s children.”

Not sure how it made me feel, I swallowed the lump in my throat. It creeped me to hear something like that but I tried to hide it.

“So listen to me okay? I have to go now, I’m a little busy.”

“Okay,” I mumbled and the call ended.

I stood there for a moment trying to understand what he meant but I was at nothing.

I turned to the door and walked toward Luciano’s room.

I pushed the door open and locked the door behind me. Luciano was on his table with his back leaning forward.

He seemed to be reading something bit stopped when he saw me. He closed the book with one hand and scoffed.

“What the fuck do you want?” He asked rudely.

I took a step closer not minding how pissed he’d be.

I frowned at how hostile he seemed but I needed to find out.

“I want to know who was killed in the fire.”

I’m not sure how I sounded but a part of me as curious and it was evident in my voice.

“I can kill you if that’s what you’re asking.” He looks at me scornfully and turned his face away. “It’s the life of the mafia. It’s not always safe.”

“Look, I already know the family is odd but I just didn’t know they belong to the mafia.” I ran my hands through my hair after getting that piece of information and paused.

“You need to be more careful,” I told him. “Being safe should be your priority now and-”

“Are you not worried about Massimo?” He asked and sneered. I saw the look on his face and swallowed hard.

“You can stop keeping food for me too. Trust me, I don’t need it.”

“What do you-”

“That’s enough Tiffany, leave my room.”

It sounded like an order and his voice was hoarse.

I stood there contemplating if I should apologize to him.

He stood up from the chair and removed his clothes. The moment his trouser dropped to the floor I frowned.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I flared. “You should at least warn me before stripping in my front.”

“Warn you?” He sneered. “Is that even a thing? All I can see is that you’re trying to fuck me.”

“Hell no,” I rebutted. “I don’t want what Gladys left. You can go and meet her yourself.”

He kept quiet for a moment.

“Would you have wanted me to fuck you when you were drunk and wasted, huh?” He paused for a second. “Fucking answer me Tiff! Is that what you’d have wanted, huh?”

I didn’t respond to his question because I had nothing to say.

“Just get lost,” I muttered under my breath. The last thing I needed was to have Luciano yelling like some loose animal so I decided to leave.

“I’m leaving,” I told him.

I turned toward the door and walked away when I heard him mutter some words in Italian.

Not sure what he said, I paused and looked in his direction.

“What was that?” I asked him and stepped back. “What did you just say?”

“That I hope I don’t kill you and tell my father it was a fucking mistake,” he blurted with no form of remorse.

I felt fear coursing through me as he said that. What if he meant it?

Of course he sounded like he meant it.

“Just get out, I need to take my bath” he muttered.