When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion.
Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life.
He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe.
I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go.
“My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.”
I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine.
“No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother

Matthew, already hit once, stared wide-eyed in shock, just like the thugs, who all turned to the source of the sound.


I stood there, hands trembling slightly as I held the gun. Smoke still wafted from the barrel, though I wasn't sure if it was from the cold air or something else entirely.


Everyone scattered, leaving behind the man I’d shot. His eyes were wide open, a gaping hole in his forehead. Blood pooled beneath him on the cold pavement.


Matthew, still clutching Megan, finally managed to stand up. The three of us exchanged a glance, and almost in unison, we all gagged from the horror of it.


"Do I call the police?" I asked, lowering the gun, trying to process what had just happened. Neither of them asked why I had a gun in the first place.


"We need to go," Megan muttered, bringing the car around. Matthew slumped into the passenger seat, and I collapsed into the back, trying to shut my eyes and forget everything.


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