Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

MASSIMO’S POV

I dropped the bottle on the table and reached for another bottle of bourbon. I needed to keep drinking to get away from everything happening.

I could feel the stone-like lump in my chest with each deep breath I took.

I reached for the cigarette and took a draw. I puffed out the smoke after a few seconds and repeated the same thing over and over again.

I hate my life because there’s never a moment of peace. It felt like I couldn’t do anything else or be anything other than what my father wanted.

He was in control of my life and he made sure everything went his way. The plan to swap my mother failed and now, I couldn’t stop thinking of what his reaction would be.

I know he’d want to tach me a lesson for attempting to do such a thing but what I couldn’t get was why he’d feel okay doing such things.

Despite all these going, Luciano was still blaming me. I couldn’t think of a better way to explain things to Luciano.

It felt like he was never going to believe me again which brings me to the question. Did he ever trust me?

If he trusted me, then why was he suspecting me at every slight chance?

He always made sure he said hurtful things and tell me how he never trusted me. It was all fine until it started making me feel bad.

I wouldn’t mind if anyone else said those things but the fact that it was Luciano saying them- it just had a way of ruining my mood.

I raised the cigarette to my lips again and picked up a lighter to lit up the end. I lit it and dropped the lighter back on the table.

I poured more bourbon into the glass and gulped it thirstily. I dropped the glass and continued smoking and thinking of everything going on.

I was high as fuck but it didn’t matter. It was the only way to escape my reality and so I continued taking it.

I tried to stop thinking but my mind was hell-bent on reflecting on things that was happening.

The thoughts of what could happen to my mom also made me feel a rush of adrenaline. I tried to remain calm but losing her would destroy me.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me that and I also did not need anyone to tell me how dangerous my father could be when he realises he has been played for a fool.

I also wondered if my family’s hatred was a secret. I couldn’t wrap my hands around it at all.

I didn’t see the need to do it but I still swallowed hard and dropped the glass of bourbon on the table. I reached for my phone and dialed a number.

The dial tone beeped in my ear countless times until the call connected. I waited till I heard this voice before I cleared my throat.

“Boss,” he said again. “Do you need me upstairs?”

I shook my head in disapproval like he could see me. “No, I just uh- I need to know something.”

“What’s that?”

“Has Luciano been arrested for possession of arms?”

A moment of silence followed but I knew he was just verifying to get the exact information I needed.

“I’m afraid not. He just drove past avenue 17 with a lady beside him.”

I swallowed hard cause I already knew what the lady in question was. It was his so called sister- Tiffany.

“Okay,” I responded and ended the call. I clenched my hands in a fist and took a deep breath.

I was trying to calm myself but it wasn’t exactly working. I swallowed hard and turned away. I shoved the phone back into my pocket and sighed audibly.

My hands were itching to grab something so I took the glass on the table and tossed it across the room.

It hit the wall and shattered aggressively. That wasn’t enough, I needed to their more things.

“Fucking asshole!!!!” I yelled as I tossed another glass to the wall. It shattered too and the pieces of the glasses scattered around the room.

I used my leg to kick down the table where the cigarette and the remaining drinks were on.

The room was a mess by the time I finished throwing things around. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything else so I just stood there and took a deep breath.

I feel to the couch and remained there with my hands balled in a fist and my head bowing.

I couldn’t remember when last I felt such anger but knowing Luciano was with Tiffany filled me with so much anger and I couldn’t control it.

I tried to brush it off and relax my nerves. There was a sharp pain in my wrist do I took a quick look at it and saw I was bleeding.

“Oh shit,” I muttered and looked around trying to find something to stop the blood.

I looked around and when I was about to pick a clothe from the couch, someone walked in.

“Excuse me, Boss” he said and I paused. I tried to hide the hand but what bothered me the most was that I had tears rolling down my eyes.

He paused when he saw the mess I already made and then looked at me. “Are you okay?”

I sniffed back then he got the message.

“Someone is here to see you, Boss- Gladys is here.”

“That bitch,” I cussed with an undertone and frowned. “Do not let her in.”

“Oh-” he said and turned but just then, Gladys already forced herself in.

“Why not?” She asked rhetorically as she struggled to get in.

“You cannot be here,” The guard said as he tried to stop her but she seemed to be in a mood to fight.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

She struggled with him and yanked her hands out of his.

“I’m already here and there’s nothing you can do.”