Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

TIFFANY’S POV

I haven’t being more afraid in my entire life. Not even when Luciano blew some guys head or when he took me down the pipe. For a moment, I thought I would die by the hands of the man I love.

It’s pretty screwed up but I love Luciano and I was ashamed of it. Worst, I felt like he had become a monster for him to knock me out.

I’m not sure what woke me up but it wasn’t my alarm. I sat up on my bed as I yawned and rubbed my eyes after that.

I looked around and stood up from the bed. I walked to the door and then I realized that had actually woken me up.

It was the aroma from the kitchen and the occasional clinks of the plates an bowls in the kitchen.

Luciano was making breakfast or at least that’s what it seemed like. I tiptoed to the backdoor and used the easiest way to sneak out of the house.

I made sure the door didn’t creak as I left. I could feel my emotions coming to life at the thought of being cheated on.

I kept running as fast as my legs could take me while turning occasionally to make sure no one was after me.

All I could think of was how to get away from him. He was causing me so much pain and suffering. I wished I had brought my passport.

That wasn’t a bad idea.

The only place I could go to was Gladys’ place so I kept running as fast as my legs could carry me.

I was still on the route leading to her apartment when I heard a sound.

My heart skipped for a moment but I tried not to sure it. My mom always said it was only cowards who showed fear at first sight.

“There is something about giving a stern look despite being in trouble,” she’d say but I never got it.

I never understood why anyone would care about how you react in danger. My attention turned back to the road and I continued running with the last strength I had.

When I finally got to her apartment, I tried to open it but it was locked.

“Oh shit!” I sobbed as I fell to the floor with my hands holding my hair.

I allowed it out with tears and I’m sure my sobs were disturbing others.

I sniffed back not wanting to rub my problems on other people. They don’t deserve it.

“Hey pretty.”

That wasn’t Gladys’ voice neither was it any of the persons I was-

“What’re you doing out here alone?” He asked. “Don’t you talk?”

I raised my head to see the man talking and my eyes met with a blonde with small eyes and someone with the features of a druggie.

“I don’t want trouble,” I managed to say in order to get him away but it wasn’t working.

He took a step closer and then lowered his stance to me.

“Want to come to my place? I don’t mind having you for the night. You know? You can just spend the night over and-”

“Get away from me!”

“Common, easy. The baddie isn’t even coming back tonight,” he said pointing to Gladys’ door. “So let’s do this okay? I’m just trying to help.”

I ignored him this time. Maybe I should have done that from the beginning but I couldn’t risk being strangled in the middle of the night.

“What are you doing?” I yelled when he came closer and tried to shove me off the floor. “Get away from me!! Someone help! Help please!”

“Keep your mouth shut,” he advised. “No one’s going to hear you.”

“Get away from me!!!!!!”

“Dude leave her!!” Another voice yelled and pushed him away from me.

“This is not your business,” the junkie said.

“Now she is, so get lost and don’t ever come back to frighten her. I’ll kill you if I ever find you here.”

The junkie walked away and all I could think of was how he said that I was his business now.

“I am not your business,” I blurted.

He turned and raised his brow. “Is that how you say thank you for saving you?”

“I didn’t need your help.”

“Of course you didn’t,” he scoffed. “Well I hope you get into real trouble now. I didn’t want to save you.”

I swallowed hard and watched him walk away.

I breathed out and shoved out my phone to call Massimo.

“Tiffany,” he called in a soft tone. “What’s up? It’s kind of late.”

“I know,” I said shakily.

“Wait, what’s wrong? Are you fine?”

I shook my head like he could see me. “Please can you come to get me? I’m at Gladys’ apartment.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Oh, sure. I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

The call ended and I kept my phone close to my chest. I took a deep breathe waiting for him.

My phone buzzed and it was a text.

I know where you are Tiff, just make sure you’re safe or I’ll be mad at you.

It was Luciano but I ignored the text.

Massimo arrived in a few minutes like he said and he reached for me.

“Are you okay?” He asked and I tried to nod.

“Come,” he said leading me to his car.

I slid in without saying much till we got to his apartment.

I walked behind him till we got inside then he took off my jacket.

“Please feel comfortable,” he said and turned. “Coffee?”

“No, no- I uh. I don’t want coffee.”

He paused and looked at me like he was trying to analyze me.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to figure out how to say it.

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” I managed to say.

There was no way on earth that i’d tell him it was Luciano. I couldn’t do that cause I was ashamed.

“Tiffany he doesn’t deserve you.”

I fell to his arms and he held me close. I had the strong urge to cry in his arms but I brushed it off.

“You deserve better,” he finally said looking in my eyes.

I felt the harmony and then the rush. He held my hair and then kissed me gently.

I allowed him and his tongue whirled in mine.

I closed my eyes and when his hands reached for my ass, I broke the kiss.

Somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking of Luciano.