Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I couldn’t hide how nervous I felt about the coronation and anyone who saw me now would see it.

I was dressed in an expensive black Tuxedo with a cream inner shirt. My hair was brushed backwards in such a way that made the curls fall to my side.

I sighed and took a deep breath before stepping outside and looking down from the balcony upstairs.

I saw the way the hall was decorated in such an exquisite way. The long tables were all placed horizontally and was decorated with ribbons.

The strobe light illuminated the room and gave it this view that was eye catching and captivating.

I stood there for a moment, admiring the view and trying to get rid of the anxiousness that came with the event.

I looked around and in one head turn, I was desperately searching for Tiffany. I had no idea where she could be sitting or even standing but I did everything to search for her with my eyes.

As I turned again, my gaze fell on my father.

“I can hear your heartbeat from miles away!” He said.

I turned in the direction of the voice and it was my father. He wore a small smile and I couldn’t help but admire how he looked good too.

His faux fur coat looked like it cost a fortune and the fedora sat pretty on his headline it had no other place to call home.

“I was uh- I was just looking around,” I told him. “I’m kind of glad that I ran my invitation myself.”

He gave a nod in agreement. “You should be, it’s beyond expectation and from what i’m seeing, we’re still expecting more people to join us.”

I gave a small nod. I didn’t know how to feel about the event although I’ve been psyched and all anxious.

I have also painted so many images in my head of how I want the party to go. Nothing extra but nothing ordinary either.

I exhaled audibly and immediately balled my hands into a fist to hide that I was sweating in my palms.

“If you think that I didn’t see that, then jokes on you,” he said and smiled at me.

I looked at hon and then at my hands. I unfolded my hands and swallowed hard. This wasn’t what I wanted to do, to look weak and not man enough to handle a common event.

“You can bet that I know what’s going through your mind,” my father said. “In fact, it went through my mind when I was your age too but the truth remains that when we’re faced with big challenges, we are allowed to feel emotion like fear.”

I gave a nod. He was right and I loved how he was acknowledging the fact that no one has everything in control. At least not him me;

“Doesn’t mean you should be scared, there’s no scarecrow here or do you see any?”

I laughed as he pointed his hands around the room in a bid to make his joke sound funnier.

“Your jokes,” I told him. “They’ve changed a lot.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said with a small smile.”A compliment saying that I am funnier.”

“Well, yeah. That’s it and I’m not going to deny it.”

We both burst into a round of laughter cause it felt good hearing jokes and reacting to it in the same way.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I felt a bit relieved and it showed from the way I became relaxed all of a sudden.

“Be yourself son, and not what others want you to be.”

“Thank you Father,” I managed to say.

“I need to leave now,” he said and looked at his wrist watch. “I need to see Tiffany’s mom at the hospital.” He paused before looking around and then back at me. “I’m not going to tell Tiffany cause I feel like she may not survive.”

I laughed at him. “You’re always negative,” I told him. “You shouldn’t be so certain of negative things, father. It only makes you a pessimist.”

“It’s better than hoping for things that will never happen. I already know the fate and that’s why I found this way, like you called it.” He reached for his jacket and brought out a small box of ring.

“Here,” he said. “Be useful, son.”

I took the box for him and at that point, I sighted Massimo and Gladys from where I stood.

“I have to join the coronation now,” I told him. “It will soon be my time but then, I’ll come to check upon you guys.”

“Alright son,” he said and I have a small nod. I turned to the hallway leading to the stairs and I used the stairs down.

I walked gently in calculated strides. Seeing Gladys and Massimo made me feel a suddenly way.

It was like they joined forces but a second glance at Massimo made me revoke that thought. She looked unkempt with ragged clothes and an old hair style.

I walked closer to where Massimo was and stopped when he turned to face me. I looked at Gladys and then back at him.

“I see that you found yourself a new toy,” I told him.

A grim line formed between his eyebrows. He returned his attention to me before responding. “Because of Gladys, I lost everything. So I’ll make her stay till I get it all back.”

“And how do you I intend to do that?”

“Just like I am doing. I’ll keep trying.”

“Try harder,” I told him and when I slightly turned, my gaze fell on someone looking lost.

It was Tiffany and two of my guards. Tiffany was dressed in a beautiful black laced gown and a mask. The dress was an off shower gown that revealed her neck and shoulders.

She looked amazing in that dress and even when she was on a mask, I knew it was her.

I know her too well and the pregnancy made her tummy a little bigger.