Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I sat in the back seat of the jet waiting for it to take off. I knew I was safe, at least to an extent, but still I couldn’t take my eyes off the door, scared that at any moment someone would barge in and shoot me with a bullet straight to the head.

“The police are still trying to determine,” I zoned out. I had had enough of seeing my house in the news. “The owner of the house,” these words caught my ear and I couldn’t be more thankful I was smart enough not to have it bought in my name.

I envisioned my pictures around the country with the words wanted and probably a bounty put on my head, that would be hell.

“Seventeen casualties,” I was lying to myself, I couldn’t stop watching the news. Staring right ahead at the screen, I watched two girls give an account of what they remembered about the party.

“It all started with a fight between two girls,” one of the girls started.

“Yeah, I think it was because of a man. Not so sure,” the other girl who looked like she was trying so hard to conceal something added.

“That’s not what happened though, why?-” I muttered to myself.

I jolted in my seat as one of my men who must have heard me talked. “What’s that?” I asked, in a clear tone trying to cover up my nervousness.

“We paid fur the testimony,” he informed me. “Some people recognized you so we had to grease a few palms and threaten a few lives.”

I should have expected that of course. Father was paying for their services so they had to be at least loyal, no one would dare to cross his path.

“He called again,” one of the men came forward bearing a phone in hand.

I arched my brow in confusion hoping I would be wrong about who he was referring to.

“Your father,” he replied. I gripped the arms of the seat for some kind of comfort and didn’t let go until my nails almost dug in.

“And what did you tell him?” I asked. “That I am avoiding his calls.”

“Well, you were sleeping,” was the reply.

“No, I wasn’t,” I begun and then it hit me, he lied that I was asleep. There was too much tension, I couldn’t afford to take a nap let alone sleep.

“Righttt, you can leave,” I dismissed the guard. I would see father when I got home. The thought alone instilled fear into me, I couldn’t recall when last we saw in person and it was just weird we were going to meet this way, with him probably disappointed in me as he always was. It was different this time though.

“Taking off in ten seconds,” a voice I assumed to belong to the pilot announced.

“Ten, nine, eight..” As the time counted down, all I could think about was the seconds that led down to Luciano’s death and how gruesomely I stabbed him in the stomach. The fact that it was self defense did nothing to help the way I was feeling right now.

Tears pooled at the corner of my eyes and I couldn’t help but slide back to the bathroom in less than a second. No one could see me cry and no one could know it was because of Luciano.

“You didn’t mean to kill him,” I told myself in the mirror when I was done crying and walked back to my seat. Yes, it wasn’t intentional.

Taking my seat, I stared ahead at the more than five guards seated in front like they were waiting for something or someone to walk through the doors and this reminded me of Luciano. What didn’t?

I remembered when we would play round the hair pretending to be in a gun fire chase.

“I didn’t mean to,” I muttered to myself again to stop the continued tears. What was even sadder was that I wouldn’t get to place flowers on his grave, I couldn’t pay my last respects.

“This is all Gladys’s fault,” I clenched my fist in anger hoping I could see her one last time and beat the living hell out of her.

“What about Gladys? Has she been found?” I asked no one in particular.

“She boarded a flight to Italy, but Tiffany isn’t with her boss,” one of the men replied.

“What!?” My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. If Tiffany wasn’t with her, where could she be?

“There’s a text boss,” a resounding voice announced making me realise I was gripping the seat too harshly again.

“From Gladys?” I asked. Low-key, I wanted to ask if it was from Luciano, but I couldn’t have anyone thinking I was crazy.

“No boss. Your father wants to see you as soon as the jet lands.”

“Righttt, I didn’t know that already,” I replied in sarcasm and then leaned back into the chair thinking about all the possible things that awaited me at home. I could picture Father angry and it wasn’t really a good sight.

“Is there some alcohol?” I asked no one in particular again. The taste of the alcohol and the adrenaline would be so helpful right now, I didn’t want to think. It would be best to be wasted.

“Here boss,” I stretched to collect the bottle of alcohol and a cup I had no use for. Opening the bottle, I gulped down almost half of it in an instant.

“I don’t want to think, I don’t want to think,” I mumbled.

“A minute to arrival,” the same voice announced.

“Drink more,” a voice in my head whispered to me and I kept on churning the burning liquid down my throat.

“Landing in ten, nine, eight..” This time, there was no image in my head except what I could remember of my father.

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“Let’s go boss,” one of the men came to escort me.

The sight I beheld on getting down was definitely not expected. My father was there, not dressed in a suit like he had a lecture to preach about and not having the same wicked scowl on his face. That scowl had been replaced with a smile and he opened up his hands to hug me as soon as he caught sight of me.

“I’ve never been so proud of you,” he said as I approached him slowly, careful not to fall under the influence of the alcohol.

I can’t remember for how long I had been longing to hear these words “I’m proud of you,” but right now only two words came out of my mouth in response.

“Fuck you.”