Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

Laying on the bed with my eyes open. I thought of what to do about my stepbrother. I can’t just let him keep controlling my life, worst, I have no idea what the college statutes would be all about. What if we issued the date, we didn’t have our original passport; I don’t know if Luciano’s own is even real. As clearly as I remembered, the cloth he wore that day is the same as the ones he wore on his passport.

How on earth did they even let him pass? This isn’t the 80’s for Pete’s sake.

“No phone, no fvcking TV either” I muttered as rolled over to face the wall.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Before I slept yesterday, I took the opportunity to look around the house. Not as bad as I had expected, for we had a bedroom with a queen-sized bed. The bathroom, kitchen, store, and living room weren’t as bad as I thought. Frankly, I can stay in the same house with him without seeing him, so staying on the couch would not be as bad as before.

Yeah, before my mom met Hade; Luciano’s father, I use to spend several nights on the couch. Our old house wasn’t as big as my recent bedroom, we had just one bed, my mom rolls a lot in her sleep and I had to sleep on the floor.

Pfffff, I hate to talk like that, just like I hate to remember all these.

First, I need a way out. I need to escape or something because I sincerely don’t trust Luciano again. We are step-siblings for crying out loud, I know I have been trying to have him in me for a while, that’s just my ovulation working against me. I haven’t had sex in a while and if I had done that with my bf, thinking about Luciano won’t have been possible.

Seriously, like….. for real.

After what happened yesterday all Luciano did was come at night to put me in bed. Normally, I would have loved to spend the night on the floor, cold, and heartbroken. I would want to shiver all night instead of me to worry about my almost-dead mother and my dead father.

The queen size bed seem very warm like I didn’t spend the night alone or something. What am I even thinking, it could just be I rolled in my sleep as usual.

Getting off the bed, I sight the empty gun I had yesterday. The thought of when I wanted to shoot him flashed and I immediately felt guilty. If Luciano had tried to shoot me too, frankly, I won’t be happy. I would cry, hate him, and never talk to him again, but here I am, trying to justify my actions.

Still dressed in the pant, I discovered that I didn’t take my bath yesterday so the next thing I did was rush to the bathroom and wash up. The warm water healed my bone and gave me some strength before making me realize I had spent a lot of time there. I found a new toothbrush and used it immediately, I didn’t want to think about who had it or why I found two other new ones aside from Luciano’s open one.

Damn! That human has a thing for black!

Naked, I searched the whole house, looking for something nice to wear but found none. That lead me back to check the closet and wear one of the underwear I saw yesterday.

‘Luciano’.

Why the heck does he keep coming into my head? I know what I did yesterday was not right, but he can’t ghost me just like that! I need to look for him and apologize, to tell him that I would still try to kill him if he keeps a loaded gun where I can reach. Just kidding, I will never kill anyone! Never!

The main door wasn’t locked, making me feel like Luciano want me to go out or look for him. The problem is how on earth would I find him in this empty passage.

“Room 69,” I said as I walked out of the room “I like this number”

Worst, I am just in black pants and a bra because I thought I had nothing to wear. I could have grabbed one of Luciano’s shirts but I refused, what I cared about is why on earth would he put us in room 69. Or, my dad chooses it.

“May his soul rest in peace”

I don’t get why I feel so calm about this, may because I haven’t officially heard the news. I don’t get all this, not in a single bit, why does anyone want me, why would Luciano talk a little about saving me? Why do I feel like I am been trapped and my entire life is been controlled?

Looking At the room opposite mine, I rolled my eyes. If there was any number I hate for no reason is 1, worst, the room number is 111! Originally, I wanted to knock, see if I can get information about the place and maybe a phone but…. I will pass. The next room number 222 seems better.

Odd! The rooms here are a bit- arranged. Walking through the passage, I discovered that we have eight rooms on this floor, they all have this corresponding digits like 111, 222, 434, and 100….. all three except our room, 2 and odd.

At this point, I didn’t know what to do. I stood still, half-naked, cold, while I worry about what to do. I won’t lie, I am scared!

In a new country, haven’t been out in my entire life, and once again, I am naked. Since I had walked away from my apartment, it seem so far when its actually just two doors away from me. Before I could make up my mind if I should just walk back to the room or still look for help half-naked, a door opened. That looks like room 111.

Shit! I hate that person completely without seeing……oh, it’s a male.

Quickly, I turned around, giving the person a free and clear view of my backside. Well, who am I to blame? Definitely not me, I will blame Luciano anytime. He if had left me some clothes, I bet I won’t still want to walk half-naked.

Letting my hair cover my face, I tried picking up a fast pace and walking towards my door, anything to avoid contact with the stranger behind.

Reaching out to my doorknob, I heard a deep soothing voice behind me, deep with every detail of masculinity. There is something about it, like it has this strong effect on me, making me want to just see his face even if I really don’t want to. Frankly, I had to pretend I didn’t hear him call my attention.

“Hello Amore, you lost or in search of something?”

Damn! What the heck is wrong with me and people calling me amore?

I froze, did a complete 360 turn, and glared at him. OMG! Why is he so hot? His eyes, thin lips, how tall is he? Shit! I hate feeling short.

“Walk away, I don….”

Before I could finish talking, he walked very close to me, removed his shirt, and forced me to wear it. He didn’t try to harass me or touch me the way I won’t like. After that, he looked at me as if expecting me to do or say something but I was too blank!

First of all, the asshole just forced me to wear his shirt. He looks as If he would break me if I still refuse and…. is he just walking away without saying anything again? I don’t even know his name! What will I tell Luciano?

“Hey!” I yelled, “I am ….” I paused.

It’s too early to give out my name, is it? Oh, snap! What am I even doing? I just want to know his name. Moreover, I don’t feel comfortable with the way he has stopped and has his gray emotionless gaze at me.

“My name is Amara” I lied.

He shrugged like he was expecting something else. I noticed a small smirk as he turned around and then walked without saying anything.

“Ciao, Amara. Call me Massimo” he finally replied.