Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

The call ended in my ear and I just swallowed hard.

I couldn’t exactly tell what my father felt as he spoke to me but my heart kept beating so fast.

I shoved the phone back into my pocket and shut my eyes for a second. I gave an audible sigh and then looked back.

I walked back to the dining table where Selena and Brad sat. I took the free chair an sat down quietly.

I picked up the fork and placed it on the food. I took the first spoon and that was all I took in ten minutes. I kept using the fork to form circles on the plate.

Selena looked at me and I could tell what was going through her mind. She finished chewing the food in her mouth and looked at me. “Why are you not eating?” She asked. “What’s wrong?”

I looked at the plate of food and then back at her. “I don’t like veggies,” I managed to blurt out.

She dropped her fork on the table and reached for a glass of water. She raised it to her lips and responded to me. “No one does.”

She took a sip and dropped the table. “You either eat that food or you don’t get to leave the table.”

I swallowed hard at how authoritative she sounded. She sounded like every mother who was scolding her child. Although the wasn’t my mom I could tell that I related to the circumstances of having a mother scold at you for not eating.

I didn’t respond but just forked some veggies into my mouth. I chewed calmly without any word but I was worried.

I couldn’t stop thinking- every single second had one thought flying through my head.

I thought about how My father found out about Tiffany and the child. Who could have out the information? I swallowed hard trying to figure it.

I reached for my pocket and shoved out my phone. I placed it on the table and quietly dialed Massimo’s number.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

His number wasn’t reachable so I scoffed and looked away from the screen of my phone.

“I’ll take this,” Brad set taking away the plates and trying to clear the table.

I just watched him and other men do their thing without actually saying a thing. I had to idea what to say even.

Just as I was watching them, a young boy dressed in a hoodie walked in and he got all defensive.

“Stay there or I call the cops!” He yelled and I stood to my feet. “Don’t take any step closer.”

I could tell what was going through his mind was that I was a robber or something of that nature. I tried to take a step forward and he yelled, shoving out his phone.

“I said one more step and I’ll call the cops on you!!”

It took everything in me to remain calm not end the conversation with a fist on his face. I swallowed hard and looked at him with my first clenched tightly.

“You need to calm the fuck down,” I managed to say.” I’m not a thief. Is there even anything here to steal?”

He burst into laughter and I frowned because I had no idea was amusing or causing him to laugh so loudly.

“I’m joking,” he said and laughed again. “I’m Marcus.”

I frowned because I still didn’t find it funny or reasonable.

“Well,” he continued. “I’m proud to say I’ve been able to fix your phone. There’s just blood in it. Very little,” he said emphasizing on it. “Trust me when I say it’s just little.”

I looked away and ignored what he said. I turned to Brad and he understood the lol meant I needed to discuss with him. He came closer to me also ignoring the boy who called himself Marcus.

“Have you gotten anything about Massimo?” I asked Brad. “Any useful information yet?’

He gave a small nod. “Massimo left for Italy three days ago.” He paused. “I’m not sure Tiffany Is around.”

“Why are you talking about her?” I asked him all defensive.

“I know you love her. She can be anywhere. If Gladys uploads the picture and it trends only here then it’s possible she’s still here.”

“We need to trace her. Where are the rest men?” I asked and he paused.

He took a moment before he looked back at me.

“Some are in the hotels and others live here too.”

I gave a small nod and when I looked sideways, Selena’s so was still sitting there. He looked like he had been listening to our conversation and I was right about that.

“I can help you,” he blurted and I frowned. “I can track anything.”

“Go away,” I told him and turned.

“I’m serious. I can track any device and-”

“Just go.”

“I know who you are,” Marcus blurted and that made me pause. I turned to look at him confused and he swallowed hard.

“I went through your phone and I know you’re a bad person. I also know that you’re rich cause you have lots of money, that’s why I didn’t steal anything even though I needed it.”

I raised my brow at him trying to understand the sense in this conversation.

I just listened to him and somehow I felt stealing was in the family. I knew that cause his mother also stole but it was to get me blood.

“Do you guys need money?” I asked and he looked at me with his eyes fixated.

He gave a nod. “We’re broke and I don’t want to go with my father.”

I could relate with that sentence so much that it just made sense to me why be did everything he was doing.

“Can you be useful?” I asked and his face lit up with smiles. I could t that he was very excited but I just turned to face my men.

“We need to get my laptop and Tiffany’s laptop from the apartment.”