Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

My bag fell on the floor and I bent over to pick it.

I figured my skirt was a bit too short and I felt uncomfortable. Luciano wasn’t looking at my direction, so I quickly grabbed my bag and turned to the room.

Pfffffff! I feel like a Korean actress. Those ladies would intentionally wear almost nothing and expect no one to look.

Well, not my problem. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and slid into it.

I changed my top into a V-neck and tried to raise it up so it doesn’t reveal my boobs. On a normal day, I would have loved to show off a little but with Luciano’s hungry gaze, I rather not start what I can’t finish.

When I was finally convinced this was the best outfit, I brushed my hair backward and returned to the sitting room.

Luciano was sitting there comfortably with his legs on the stool and his hands holding a glass of wine.

Isn’t it too early for this?

“I’m glad you figured that dress made you look like a slut.”

“What the hell?” I asked and frowned at him.

“I saw you bend and I saw how the dress was. Anyone can easily fuck you with that godamn dress.”

Asshole! So he was watching!

“Enough,” I managed to say. “Let me go to school since you’re not coming.”

He laughed but I knew he was just finding a way to mock me. That was all he did, make fun of me.

“I’m serious Luciano. You don’t have classes today but that doesn’t mean you can delay me. I have a class in an hour, damnit!”

“Just a moment. I need to finish this drink.”

He didn’t just said that!

“Fucking hell,” I growled and hit my forehead.

I unzipped my bag and reached for my purse. I needed to make sure I still had some bucks in case I needed to stop and get coffee.

“Wait,” I blurted the moment I realized my passport was missing from my purse. “What the fuck did you do?”

His eyes looked at me lazily and he turned away without responding. He finished the content of the glass and walked over to the kitchen counter.

“I’m fucking talking to you asshole!!! You stole my passport! I know you did it.”

“You sound too sure,” he responded from where he stood.

“Of course I am sure! I know you did it so I wouldn’t be make to run away from you. Damn you Luciano.”

And fuck him too!

I turned to the wall and gently released my rage on the wall.

“Take.”

I turned to him immediately and my eyes fell to his hands.

“Your Tampon,” he continued. “I don’t fucking need you calling me.”

A disappointed look filled my face but I couldn’t say anything. How was he so good at doing things that only made me want to kill him?

I took the tampon from him and swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat.

“You should learn to say thank you, darling.”

“Well I am not thanking you for being an asshole,” I nagged. “You stole my passport and giving me a tampon doesn’t make up for such rubbish.”

“What rubbish?”

“Stealing my passport,” I said and breathed heavily.

I have been yelling and now I was running out of breath because of Luciano.

“I did not steal your passport.”

“You’re a fucking liar,” I cussed. “You stole it. I know you did. It was right here and I couldn’t have misplaced it. You definitely took it from here.”

“That’s enough nagging for today,” he interrupted and his keys clinked as he took them.

“Move your fuckin legs.”

He headed to the door and I took a deep breath. I wasn’t taking that breath for a good cause. I was so mad I could feel my skin changing its color.

When I got into the car, Luciano was already in there.

I slid into the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt.

He kept driving till we were few blocks away from school. He slowed down and turned to look at me.

“Don’t fucking call anyone for your safety. I am watching you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what I said. Don’t call anyone! or you’ll have your mother killed.”

“She’s your mom too,” I cussed at him.

He looked at me and bit his lips. “Step mom.”

That got me pissed and I couldn’t even stop scowling. I didn’t say anything anyway, i just opened the door and climbed out of the car.

I walked to the building and checked my wrist watch. I had few minutes left to my first class.

I walked inside the class and found a seat just beside a nerd-looking boy.

I had no friends yet but that wasn’t my concern. I was more focused on-

“Good morning class.”

My attention turned back to the teacher who was already standing in front of us.

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I tried to listen attentively but I randomly thought of Luciano and how annoying he is.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize everyone had started walking out of the class.

“Oh shit,” I cussed and grabbed my bag. I walked out too and just headed to the walkway where i’d wait for Luciano.

He already had my timetable so he knew when to come get me.

I stood there and leaned in the wall without saying anything. There was nothing to do and not much to say.

“Hi there!!” A voice cheered. “I knew i’d find you here.”

I turned to the voice. “Hey,” I smiled softly. It was the girl who invited for the party. Uh- Gladys.

“You remember me right?” She asked.

“Of course I do.”

Frankly, I wish I didn’t.

She smiled and moved closer to me. “I didn’t see you at the party last night.”

“Uh yeah,” I stuttered first. “I uh- saw my period and I couldn’t make it.”

“Oh that girl. It’s fine, I totally get how annoying unexpected periods can be.”

I laughed and she continued talking. It felt good to have someone speak like they understood me.

“I kind of like your brother,” she said. “He’s hot.”

“Hmm.”

“I was wondering if you could link us!” She said and smirked.

I looked at her and just smiled. “Do you think Psychology would be a lot easier?”

Nah! No way I would let her any close to Luciano. I don’t care what they want to do but they aren’t doing anything together.

“Uh, I guess,” she responded.

I was trying to avoid all that discussion because I was certainly not going to do that.

“Tiffany,” Luciano called as he walked toward us.

“Oh, my brother is here,” I told Gladys and stood up. “I have to get going.”

“Oh sure,” she blushed. “You can put in good words for me when you get home.”

Get home? Where the heck does she come from and how would she refer home like that?