Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

In the dark and filthy dungeon, there are numerous instruments of torture. At this moment, Emanuele is in the center of the cell, his hands chained and suspended in mid-air.

The air carries a scent of blood and the stench of decaying bodies. The dungeon looks like a hell on earth. Emanuele suddenly realizes that his own cell is much cleaner than this place.

“Emanuele, you never imagined that one day I would catch you, did you?” A man, speaking English with a heavy Russian accent, his face filled with satisfaction.

The man is in his forties, tall, bald, covered in tattoos, exuding a strong smell of blood, appearing terrifying.

Emanuele recognizes him, he is Mathias Reid, Karen’s uncle, a traitor to their Bratva, hunted by the Bratva, and now, daring enough to come onto his territory and capture him!

The strength of the Bratva is not to be underestimated; each of their people is fierce and intelligent, skilled at playing mind games.

Emanuele finally understands why those pictures of Isabella were leaked before; it seems it was Mathias who did it.

Mathias is formidable too; otherwise, he wouldn’t have aimed to seize control of the Bratva.

However, his attempt to seize power failed, and he killed many members of the Bratva, ultimately becoming a traitor to them, subject to a wanted order.

Emanuele is aware of this, but that was in Russia. He never expected the Bratva to come all the way to Chicago.

They must have been eyeing him for a long time.

Because of the Sicilians’ invasion, their internal structure became fragile. It was the perfect opportunity for Mathias to strike and instantly crush them.

Emanuele initially thought it was baseless, probably just some small faction, but he didn’t expect it to be Mathias.

Looking up at Mathias, even though he is currently bound, his eyes are still as fierce as a wolf, glaring at Mathias.

“Mathias, if you don’t release me, my men will turn you into a puddle of flesh.”

“You are already my prisoner, do you think you still have the right to talk about these things?” Mathias grabs Emanuele’s collar, looking at him disdainfully.

“Emanuele, I have drafted a statement for you to sign and fingerprint. Then you will record a video, telling everyone that the Chicago Mafia is now under my rule, Mathias Reid. If you comply, I will spare your life. Do you find this acceptable?”

Emanuele sneers and remains silent.

“Emanuele, do you agree or not?” Mathias is completely provoked by Emanuele’s disdain, his eyes wide, as if they might fall out of their sockets, his face showing a ruthless, murderous expression.

“Mathias, you’re forcing me to submit by these means. Do you think my men will listen to you? They are all raised by me; they only listen to me. Even if I agree, write these things, they will not submit to you.”

Emanuele thinks of how William had made similar threats to him before, but it was futile. Apart from those left to him by his father, most were raised by him. Many of them were at their most vulnerable when he appeared, helping them and leading them into the world of the Mafia, allowing them to enjoy things they had never experienced before.

In the hearts of these people, he is like a god.

Emanuele needs this kind of loyalty and trust. Once established, it is difficult to destroy.

When Mathias asks Emanuele to do these things, Emanuele feels he has chosen the wrong person.

“I don’t care whether they listen or not. I only need these things. Rest assured, those who do not obey me, I will send them to hell.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

As Mathias speaks, he appears extremely relaxed, as if it were as simple as having a meal.

In fact, Emanuele has done many cruel things, but he considers his men as brothers. When he hears Mathias speak these words, he feels anger coursing through his veins, wishing he could kill the man in front of him.

“Emanuele, come, sign!” Mathias places a statement in front of Emanuele and hands him a pen.

Emanuele sneers and remains motionless.

Mathias grabs Emanuele’s hand, trying to make him write on the statement.

“If you don’t write, I will kill you.”

“If you kill me, you will get nothing.”

If he dies, Mathias will be wanted by the entire Chicago Mafia, and not just that, their clerics will also hunt Mathias.

Mathias appears somewhat afraid, but when he sees Emanuele’s strong resistance, he becomes very angry.

During this time, he was wanted in Russia, always hiding, afraid of beingdiscovered. He finally arrived in Chicago and captured Emanuele, but Emanuele does not show the demeanor of a lowly prisoner. He remains proud.

This man, already a prisoner, why does he still carry himself with such dignity?

Thinking this, Mathias can’t help but pick up a nearby whip and lashes it across Emanuele’s body.

The whip is barbed, and as it strikes, Emanuele feels a fiery pain and the smell of blood fills the air. He knows his skin must have torn open.

Damn it! His hands are locked now; he can’t break free, forced to endure Mathias’s cruel methods.

“Emanuele, do you agree or not? If you don’t agree, I will continue to whip you.”

“Mathias, you are a coward. In Russia, you couldn’t even defeat your own nephew. Now you can only resort to these despicable acts. If you are truly capable, why don’t you create your own faction?” Whether it’s William or Mathias, these people are like rats, hiding in the shadows, stealing others’ victories.

Emanuele’s words completely enrage Mathias, and he lashes Emanuele once again.

Emanuele feels his skin breaking.

“Fine, you are so proud, not afraid of death? Emanuele, I want to see whose tougher, my whip or your skin.”

As Mathias speaks, he continues to lash Emanuele several times.

Emanuele’s whole body aches, but his endurance is astonishing. He grits his teeth and withstands it.

Mathias is tired of beating him, but when he looks at Emanuele, his eyes are still as sharp as knives, as if he wants to slit his throat.

This man!

Mathias throws the whip aside, surprised by Emanuele’s resilience. However, he has other tricks up his sleeve.

Thinking this, Mathias retrieves a sharp knife from nearby.