Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

This can’t be happening! Well, it is because nothing else can explain why I would be in a room for two days only to have my stepbrother bring me different food daily and put me to sleep. I would want to tell him, that I am no longer a child but…that asshole gets his way.

The annoying cheers from the men outside kept me awake for who knows long. I can’t tell what time it is but for sure, it’s already late. Late than having a bottle of water and pizza because I asked for a pizza with pineapple.

“They can be so silly at the time,” I told myself.

Call me silly, but I already started a conversation with myself, planning on how to escape my insane brother. Frankly, I will say he has lots of problems with just coming, watching me eat, taking pictures of me, and walking out. Not anymore, I will let him know that I have other sides of me that he shouldn’t mess with.

Watching the dry leftover pizza, I shed a single tear, not because I was sad, but because I love pizza, and giving me a dry one is so painful and he knows it.

I was so lost thinking of what to do that I didn’t hear the door open. Okay, I heard it open but I just want to pretend I didn’t see if he would be pained or still try to act cold.

“I see you have grown some wings, uhmm”.

Silence

No point paying attention when I want an answer for his odd change. That didn’t stop me from staring at him from the corner of my eyes to see how hot he is. His abs have, a nice belly button unlike mine I can see even after wearing a free dress. Not so visible though, just the small point that I would sometimes feel I have another nipple.

“I hate it when you snub me, Ragazzi”. Luciano said.

First, I don’t know what the fuck ragazza means and I am feeling offended already. Second, I should be the one pissed and not my stepbrother who had his gaze fixed on my belly button. I bet he would take it as my third nipple.

“You know all the stress I went through to make sure you are alive?”

Pffffffffff.

I am not a kid so I can take good care of myself if he lets me out. By the look of things, I don’t think he is letting me out anytime soon. Moreover, he isn’t supposed to look angry when he isn’t the one locked in a room with new shirts daily and lots of meals just that today I got only dry pizza and water.

“Dad said he will call you as soon as we leave here, tomorrow”.

Dad?

Looking up at my stepbrother, I noticed I have never seen him any dead serious in his entire life. Or rather, for the period I have known him.

“Aren’t you going to ask anything?” Luciano asked.

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“Did Dad survive any of that?” I asked.

“He was never there” Luciano replied “He left as soon as he got the signal, leaving my fucking ass to stay alive so I can bring you to try to fuck me up!”

Uhmm. That’s a lot of swearing there. And anger, I can see how angry he is to the point that he is visibly vibrating. Did he want to fuck me up too or what?

“I don’t believe you,” I said through clenched teeth.

I shouldn’t have said that, especially when Luciano literally yanked my arm and glared at me. His warm breath was on my face as if it was designed to be there.

“I don’t care if you believe me, ragazza. I bet you remembered what the man I blew off his head told you”

I blinked. Well, I didn’t remember I can’t tell him that. He might want to lie to make me believe.

“Well I don’t have time for shit, Tiffany” Luciano grew impatient.

Effortlessly yanking me off the ground to put me over his shoulder, he kicked the door open.

“He came to take the levy for his boss and I won’t talk much about that because we have to prepare for our flight tomorrow morning where we will leave for college in the UK”.

I didn’t fight back, I just stay still as If trying to make my brain reboot when actually happen.

‘Call me the levy collector, Tiffany, Let me do my job’.

I remember now, even remember what it felt like when I thought I tasted his brain in my mouth as his head blew open. Gosh, I need a new tongue.