Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I wasn’t sure what was worse between my hairstyle or the jacket. Having to wear the same Jacket or cold and rough hair!

I wouldn’t go to school on this hairstyle neither will I pick such an outfit on my own.

“Damn it,” I cussed and turned my attention to the outfit on the bed.

I needed to play my cards well and that includes acting like everything is okay. This asshole might just be such or maybe a psychopath.

I’m sure I’m doing a very good at this because no one seems to notice how crazy I’ve been and how I’m so close to ending this shit.

There was no way I was going to go into school looking like this. I turned to pick out another dress from the wardrobe and just settled for a green body con gown and a black robe in case it got too cold.

I dropped the dress on the bed and quickly huffed my hair behind my ear.

I grabbed my bag to pack it and Luciano walked in.

“Are you good?” He asked.

I wish I could ignore that but Luciano would make a scene and I didn’t want that. I gave a small nod and continued arranging my bag pack.

“You could do away with that hairstyle, you know? You look like shit.”

I swallowed hard and ignored him for the third time in a row.

“I’m waiting outside the door,” he finally said and grabbed the keys from the table beside him. “Meet me in five minutes.”

He walked out and I sighed. I looked at the mirror and a loud sigh escaped my lips.

I fucking hate everything and I was so done with pretending.

I wore the dress and grabbed the brush. I packed my hair in a ponytail and used a ribbon to hold it up.

I cleaned my face with a wipe and applied gloss to my lip.

“Tiff!!! Common, you’re going to be late on your fucking first day.”

Fuck, it isn’t even five minutes yet.

“Screw you! I’m coming!”

The ride to school was better than I expected. Luciano shut his mouth through out the ride and trust me, I am glad he did.

My jaw dropped a bit when we got to the school. I mean- I know I’ve been here a couple of times to process my admission but I’ve never seen this much crowd.

Heads turned towards us but that was expected. The Luxurious car we drove in was enough to make everyone stare blankly at us while trying to figure out who we are.

“This way,” Luciano said behind me and I gave a nod. I followed his steps and we got into the hallway.

I felt like pausing to glance at everyone who walked past me but I was so overwrought.

“Hi!” A lady said as we approached her table. “How can I help you?”

“Just here to pick the syllabus,” he told her.

“Okay, ID?”

“All here,” Luciano responded and handed it to her.

She gave him a paper and I frowned.

“Where’s yours?” She asked turning to look at me.

“I’m sorry, my what?”

“ID, miss.”

“Right here,” I mumbled and she gave a nod when she looked at it.

“You have a class in fifteen. English Major, very strict professor, I’ll advise don’t get into her lane.”

Luciano gave me a small not signaling we were done with this and I followed him when he turned away.

We walked away and for a moment, I felt funny. Like, there was something with my body that I couldn’t place. It couldn’t be that I was nervous because why the fuck was my pant-

“Oh shit,” I mumbled. I turned to look at Wait!” I yelled. “I think I need to use the restroom.”

“I’ll just wait over here,” he sad and snorted.

I turned to the door by my left and locked it after.

“Holy shit, this shouldn’t be happening.”

I just needed to be sure but I could feel it already. My period came out unexpectedly or do I just say I missed tracking my date.

I turned on the tap to wash my face first and just scowled at how horrible my morning was turning to be.

The door creaked open and I turned to look back immediately.

“Hey,” the girl said and waved.

She is a pretty blonde with the makeup and dress sense.

“Oh my God,” she said and more close to me. “Your boyfriend is so fucking hot. I mean he’s damn sexy.”

My boyfriend? Who the heck does she know I am?

“Uh-” I raised my brow for a second till I got the point.

She was talking of Luciano. but, the fuck?

“I think you’re mistaken,” I managed to say and turned off the tap.

That asshole isn’t my boyfriend and the slight thought of it was making me angry.

“I saw you both, girl. You don’t have to hide it, I’m not some blogger who’s going to publicize stuffs about you and your hot boyfriend.” She wiggled her eyes.

Oh! So the shit about college and jobless blogger seem true. Well, I don’t think I would deal with this shit.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I blurted. “He’s my brother. My brother okay?”

“Oh.” She mouthed.

She seem sorry for a while but soon, that sorry face vanished.

“Yeah, that’s right.” I groaned in pain.

My stomach hurts. I feel messed up and I don’t have a fucking tampon! I don’t even know if I should tell her. Well, she is a woman like me, I fell I should ask but she seem like a mouthy girl.

“Sorry about that. I’m uh- Gladys,” she said.

“Tiffany.”

“Great! Do you think you could stop by for the party?” Gladys nodded.

She moved a bit to her left and used the mirror to fix her hair and makeup. Her gaze remained on mine as she waited for me to reply.

“What party?” I asked confused.

“The freshman party. Its today and it’s going to be fun. You should come around Tiffany, with your hot brother of course.”

Ohhh! How can I forget about these kind of stuff?

I chuckled lightly. “I’ll think about it.”

“Wanna have my number so…”

Seeing her phone, I smiled and showed her my palms. I gest she used her common sense and felt I don’t have a phone. This isn’t the time I need to get someone to call my ass all night for some bestie shit.

I wished I could tell her about Luciano and maybe run away for good.

“Here’s my number” she quickly scrabble it onna piece of paper “If you consider it. Don’t forget it’s going to be fun you may need an extra hand getting you back home.”

Yep! I really need that but all I did was mouthed ‘Oh.’ with a smile.

We both laughed and she turned off the tap after washing her hands. “Call me okay?”

“Sure.”

She left and I remembered why I was stuck in the bathroom. I was fucking on my period!

“Luciano?” I called when he picked his call.

“Yeah?” He sounded bored.

I bit my lower lip as I tried to tell him what I want to say in a better way. Damn! This dude just love to embarrass me…. but he wasn’t the one that made me forget the date.

Nah! I skipped my date.

“I need tampons. It’s my period.” I rushed.

I almost thought he didn’t hear as he was just so silent. His harsh breath could be heard as he cussed in Italian.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Fuck! Oh shit,” he cussed. “Ourgh, Ladies stuff.”

I frowned.

If his mother hadn’t missed her period, he won’t have been born. He should better accept that and not make me feel like simp.

“Stop with the reaction and just get it!” I snapped “Come help me , I am stuck! And get a tampon or something”

He grunted in reply.

He got here a few minutes later and I took it from him. “Thanks.”

I grabbed my bag pack. “There’s a party tonight,” I told him. “The freshman party.”

“So?”

“I got invited.”

“Well you’re not going,” he blurted.

I frowned. This dude might just be joking.

“What the hell?” I asked with a frown. “You can’t just-”

“It’s dangerous out there,” he said and turned around.

“I want to be there.”

“And I said no. You’re even bleeding an-”

“I’m seeing my period and not bleeding to death you asshole!” I scowled. “I’ll go by all means.”

I walked into the toilet to get myself cleaned. All I expected was hin to say something positive but he jjst ranted some Italian words. The only one I heard was…

“Problema Carino.”