Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

This can’t be happening but I know it’s happening. Who the heck am I trying to fool? I am going to leave Florida and live with Luciano.

“Perfect!” I muttered as I began to go through the contacts on my phone.

Not even someone I can call.

Call me a loner but I hate friends, I don’t see anything they do other than getting people involved in things they don’t want to do.

Looking out my window reminds me of what I want but don’t need to do. I need to call my boyfriend, even if it’s to tell him that it’s over I just want to get that shit off my neck.

Walking back to my bed I picked up my phone name walked out of my room. I made sure to tip-toe past Luciano’s room, you won’t imagine how embarrassed I was leaving the car yesterday.

That was dirty I know but Luciana started it. The fact that he was watching me for a while as I do those naughty things calling his name freaks me out. Worst still, I will have to be stuck with him for a while.

Turning back, I head to my stepfather’s room. If I can talk to him in person, at least I might be good enough to be able to rent an apartment alone.

“This better works”.

Fixing my hair with my fingers, I smiled and practiced how to make a sad face but it all ended weirdly. Damn! I hope I am not going to be another disappointment.

I feel it’s creepy but at the same time like a spy kind of thing. In front of my Dad’s door is a very small camera. I hate it, I actually hated it for the first few months we arrived until now, I always make sure to smile at it whenever I am in front of his door.

After knocking for the third time now, I waited for a little and still no response.

“Hey, Dad” I looked into the camera “It’s me, Tiffany, of course, you can see me, can we talk?” I asked in a whisper.

Looking around to make sure Luciano isn’t spying, I moved closer to the door and whispered.

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You never can tell when you have an Italian brother who is as hot as hell. He sneaked into my room when I was… let’s not talk about that now. But still, what makes you think he won’t want to snoop around to know my next move?

“Daddy? It’s Tiffany, I don’t want to ask for money or nag that I want a car, I just want to talk to you please”.

That’s it! One of the reasons I hate my stepdad is he doesn’t answer when you need him just like now.

I know what I am about to do is highly prohibited but I did it anyway, I twisted the handle of my father’s door, and still locked. I am sure he is in there, he might just don’t want to see me but I have to, for pity’s sake, I will be leaving with Luciano soon and I can’t stand it, not now.

Pissed I walked back into my room.

Damn!

I want to scream! To punch something!! To bite something!!!

I can’t break my phone for the third time this month I made sure to place it down safely. My fingers when into my hair and I pulled, hard and harder.

Although it hurts but it won’t be compared to what I will pass through I have to live with Luciano. Can you imagine the embarrassment?

Grabbing one of my pillows and hugging it tightly, only one thing kept ringing through my mind. I just want to do something like…. biting hard on the pillow, I made sure to cover my whole face and scream.

I screamed again, and again until I became tired of thinking. Getting off my bed, I hugged myself as I jumped on it, breathing hard, I moved my hair off my face and sighed.

“Getting angry is really exhausting!” I panted “I still need to talk to…”.

What was that?

I stopped breathing for a while just to listen to the sound but it didn’t happen again. Shoving it off, I shrugged and went back to fixing the clothes I was doing about an hour ago.

Going to college in the UK has always been my dream and I don’t want to forget anything, not when…

Again, the same sound!

I am not sure but I know it’s a gunshot. That didn’t sound like a mistake as it sounded twice! Freaking twice!!!

Shaking, I grabbed my phone and began to type my father’s number. I need to go out but if I can tell him to remain in his room, Luciano can take care of himself for all I care.

I know it’s crazy but finding myself in front of my room made me feel like some white girl you find in a horror movie. I know the danger is out there, I have nothing but my phone as I am dressed in an overshirt and bica shorts. Matter of fact, I am not even putting on any footwear and that won’t be nice if I have to run.

‘You have reached the voice message, how can I help you?

My stepfather’s voice repeated for the fourth time. This is starting to freak me out now, especially when I just passed Luciano’s room and found it open.

I know I kinda hate him and sometimes wish him dead but…

“Dang it!”.

Rolling my eyes as if I am being forced, I walked back to Luciano’s room. I haven’t seen it inside and I have never imagined what it would look like but, I think it’s nice.

No pictures, just his dull black wall paint, white bed, and a white cabinet. His phone was placed in the middle of his neatly arranged bed same with a short note beside it.

‘Long time no see.

“what the duck?”.

I bet this should be a prank or some kind of mistake because I don’t think any of this is real.

“Is this supposed to be a joke or not?” I snapped as I picked up Luciano’s phone.

Yeah, I am blushing.

Who won’t? I can’t help but blush really hard when I discover my annoying stepbrother made my picture his wallpaper.

“This is nice”.

“Yea it is”.

I looked back to see a total stranger staring at me. He looks more like an assassin, black blazer, blue eyes, jet-black hair, and black gloves. With a smile on his evil look face, he raised his left hand to cover his eyes with black eyeglasses.

“Who are you?” I asked.

Even with his covered eyes staring at me, I know what I am about to do is a very bad idea but I just want to do it anyway. I raised my phone and rushed to my social media account, starting a live video, I turned the camera towards him.

I was expecting to see him still standing there and yeah he is. Standing there with a shotgun now pointing at me.

“Call me the levy collector, Tiffy” He smirked “Let me do my job” he added.