Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

My bare hands were vivid raw from scrubbing that god forsaken toilet, and also washing the clothes. The house was in chaos before, I couldn’t even stand to do anything, not to even eat, and now, standing in the middle of the sitting room, I smiled.

Absolute chaos turned to miracle. I took in the solace in the clean, fresh scent that now wafted through the house. I had spent literally the entire morning washing my clothes and also Luciano’s, then I went to clean his own room and the other rooms before going to tidy up every other corner of the house.

It was my way of finding some peace and control amidst the chaos that had unexpectedly entered my life, which, sadly, was caused by my best friend.

I sighed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and restlessness. I couldn’t even think of what to do. Looking at the bookshelf, I decided to arrange it. It took me about ten minutes to arrange the books. I was humming a song I heard on the radio, soon, I got tired of it.

To distract myself from my ravaging thoughts, I decided to cook a comforting and scrumptious meal. As I made my way towards the kitchen, I couldn’t help but notice the absence of Luciano. Curiosity gnawed at me, and I decided to venture into his room.

I wasn’t surprised to see his room was empty, he would have come to keep me company if he was around. I pouted my mouth and turned to leave when I glanced at his bed, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat.

There it was, beneath his pillow, a gun. Panic surged through my veins as I remembered holding it few days ago, not loaded but trying to protect myself with it.

I wanted to just leave it there but I took it, envisioning the police suddenly appearing at the doorstep. The whole drama with Gladys will keep them coming to probe and probe until I tell them what I’m not supposed to say.

Fearing the consequences of them finding it and turning it into another case file, I swiftly grabbed the gun and resolved to hide it in Luciano’s drawer. They wouldn’t find it there. As I opened the drawer, I was taken aback by the disorderliness of his belongings.

“Oh damn! I’ll have to warn him about this absolute mess.” It seemed contradictory to his neat appearance when we were outside the house.

All prim and proper. I was so determined to address this later, I carefully stowed away the gun and couldn’t help but notice another weapon tucked away amidst the mess.

“Oh right, now we’ve got harmed and dangerous.” I cussed. What more weapon could Luciano be hiding in here? God knows, I decided to search the whole house to see if I’ll find any more weapon.

My mind was racing with questions as I searched. What was Luciano up to? Why did he have multiple guns hidden away? I should probably ask him about it instead of searching his whole house. My thoughts were interrupted when my gaze landed on a broken flower vase. It was the same vase that Gladys had given me as a gift.

In a split second, my fear multiplied. How did it get broken? Luciano couldn’t be so reckless with it, he wouldn’t let it break. I reached for its broken shard and dropped it immediately because it cut through my finger.

“Argg! The hell!” I cursed, moving the rest of the shards away and sucking on my bleeding finger.

At at moment, I saw something that scared me, I could have screamed but I controlled myself and took it. It was a camera, very tiny I couldn’t have noticed it. It wasn’t something Luciano will put there by himself, he didn’t even like the fact that the vase was somewhere he’d see it, so, it couldn’t be him who put it there.

Could someone be spying on me? And if so, what could they possibly want? Trembling, I recalled Luciano mentioning a sense of unease around Gladys wnen I brought home the vase and how he had taken the vase from my room several.

Unable to contain her suspicions any longer, I decided to call Luciano. I needed answers, and I needed them right about now. I took my phone and dialed his number. It rang for a while without any answer and I called him again then he picked.

“Hey, Tiff, how are you doing?” He started trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”

“Are you busy?” I asked, even if he said he was busy, I will make him say what I want to hear from him. I just could wait for him to be back before I know what the hell was happening around here. The guns, now an hidden camera.

“Uhm… yeah, I’m busy, anything you want to say?” He was in a hurry, I noticed but who cares.

“I need to talk to you now, I saw somethings in the house while arranging your clothes…”

“Woah, woah, woah, keep your hands where it’s supposed to be, keep your hands off my clothes, Tiff.”

I hissed. “You wouldn’t want me to clean up your mess because you know it’s a mess, I…”

“Look, Tiff, I’m busy, I’ll get back to you, huh?”

“Huh. Sorry for disturbing.” I said that after hearing the click of the phone. I doubt he heard me say that. Well, he will be back here soon.

I sank onto a chair, thoughts spinning in a hurricane in my head. To keep my sanity in check, I decided to eat and watch some movies. Suddenly, a thought struck me with alarming intensity. I remembered the precise spot where the vase used to sit opposite me, . Realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Gladys gave me this case! She had been spying on me through that vase!

With trembling hands, I decided to call Gladys immediately.

“Gladys…” was all I said when I heard her voice. I swallowed hard and asked , “Gladys, have you been spying on me?”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line that was as long as the word LONG, before Gladys responded coldly,

“Oh, Tiffany my dear friend, you have no idea the trouble you’ve caused me, do you? I have a sex video of you, and I’m going to make sure you pay for getting me in trouble at school. You cannot mess with me, girl, you cannot.”

My heart did a somersault, the weight of Gladys’ malicious words pressing down on me. “I don’t understand but please, Gladys , do not do anything stupid. Think twice doing anything.” As the call ended, I knew I was doomed. Gladys will do something really terrible.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

My mind raced back to Luciano, to all the instances where he had complained about Gladys, and how he had taken the vase from where it was initially. It all made sense now. Luciano had been aware of the voyeuristic intrusion into my life, and he had kept it a secret, from me! Wow!

I felt so betrayed. So irritated that it grew heavier with each passing moment, and I couldn’t hold back the tears, it came too freely. How could Luciano do this?

The phone rang beside me and when I saw it was my mother, I summoned every ounce of courage in me and wiped away my tears. I wouldn’t let this ruin my day.

And that, was the moment of truth.