Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

“So tell me what you think.”

“Hmm,” I said and paused. I was trying hard to not react to what she was saying and the things she was doing.

I clenched my jaw at the thought of her question. She was asking for my opinion after saying she wanted me to be her child’s godfather when she gives birth.

I couldn’t bring myself to imagine a scenario where Tiffany would be with someone else.. Call me crazy but it didn’t sound right to me.

“I’ll make sure you have my own child to see what my father will do.”

I paused after saying that but she just raised her brow and looked at me. “How do you cope with your father?”

I thought of the bed response but I couldn’t come up with any at that moment. All I could think of was how much hatred I harbored for him and how he was making my life a living hell.

“I’ve always hated him,” I replied honestly hoping she’d leave it at that.

I was still wondering what on earth would make Tiffany think of making me her child’s godfather. It was insane to start with and I wasn’t even up for that.

“You look like it,” she said and I laughed out loud. She joined and chuckled lightly before tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I hate him so much,” I repeated. “Sometimes I wish there was an easy way to have his head in my hands with a hole right in it. I’d slid my finger right into that bullet hole and make sure every drop of blood gushes out before tossing his head away.” I paused to take a deep breath them I realized how horrific it must have sounded.

“Common,” I said. “I’m only joking. Been seeing a lot of horror movies lately and uh-”

“Hmm-hmm,” Tiffany said. “They’ve got a thing on you.. I mean, the movies.”

“Yeah,” I affirmed.

“Well for me, I want to have a better world with my mom. She’s actually a very nice person and undoubtedly the best thing that has happened to me. No matter how crazy you feel, she’ll understand you.”

I gave a small nod in response because everything she said was valid.

I took note of that, a mental note cause I loved the way she sounded about wanting to give her mom the best. It just showed that there are still parents who love their children and vice versa.

“Uh- I have to get something. I’ll be right back,” Tiffany said and stops to her feet.

I gave a nod and watched her walk away. My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen.

It was a notification of a message. I checked it and it was a nude picture of a girl without a face. It was captioned ‘Guess who’ with a lot of smiley emojis.

I tossed my phone away cause I wasn’t interested in finding out who could it be. I found it disgusting to actually post a lady’s nude. It was the most irritating thing a man could do.

For a moment, I thought of my dad again and my step-mom. Tiffany was right, she is a nice woman. I felt a kind of way after the story, more like an urge to talk to my father and just do what he wants.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Probably, take his orders then I’ll be considered a good son or something. If I can do this, then I’ll disappear in a quest to find peace.

I reached for my phone and dialed my dad’s number.

I waited for the call to connect and when it did, I swallowed hard. “I’m- i’m sorry I spoke to you rudely. I just wanted to apologize and make mends.”

“The only mends you can make is to get the job done,” he said fiercely and ended the call.

I remained there and scoffed. I thought of my step mom then I decided to call her.

“Luciano,” she called. “Look who decided to call me today.”

“Hi,” I managed to say.

“Are you alright? Is something wrong?”

“Am I a failure?” I asked her not sure if that was the best thing to say.

“What?” She asked. “What happened? Did Tiffany make you feel like that?”

I didn’t respond to that cause Tiff no longer loving me meant that same thing; I was a failure to her.

“Luciano- are you there?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Look, I don’t know what this is about but key me tell you this. I’ve always had it the hard way. I never thought I could be loved till I met Tiff’s Dad who hurt me badly. I felt suicidal but I didn’t kill myself until I met your father, Zino and he’s bee heaven on earth. I know I haven’t spent so much year’s with him but I know Zino loves and adores you. He talks about you a lot.”

I felt my heart skip when she said that.

“I feel like you guys are keeping secrets too but that’s okay. I understand. Just know that I love you and I’ll always pray for your happiness.”

I felt loved, comforted but above all, guilty. It felt good to know she was being a mother I never had but there was this guilt that I was having something with her daughter.

“Don’t forget to always eat healthy too!” She added. “Make sure you both eat healthy and no take outs or I’ll come to cook for you both!”

I chuckled. “I love you and I wish I was your son.”

“Oh common! You’re my son Luciano and I can send you your favorite food for your birthday.”

“How- how do you know tomorrow’s my birthday?” I asked her.

“I hate to kill the fun but I already sent something over. It’s a surprise!”

After the call ended, I couldn’t stop smiling. For the first time in a long time, there was actually a reason to be happy. My step mom is the mother I never had.

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