Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

My heart skipped a beat and almost exploded, this can’t be real, not when this dude in front of me is pointing a gun at me.

I know I need to do something but my blank head is still blank.

‘I am done!’.

I know I will die, I know that for sure. My social media live has refused to load, no network bar at all and that freaks me out the more.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“My Dad has money” I sniffed “Just tell me he is fine and I will take you to where he has his money” I raised both hands in the air “Please I don’t want to die. Not yet”.

Each step the man take brings me more to my doom, taking days of life off me. In fact, I could no longer feel my heart in my chest again but somewhere around my stomach.

The closer he comes, the more I see things I couldn’t see from far, a familiar tattoo. Damn this man look so young, maybe in his mid-twenties. My mind refused to pay attention to the tattoo because anyone might want to draw an ace on the left side of his neck.

“Just like the pictures,” The man said, “Damn! Massimo is going to love…”.

A piercing scream escaped my throat as I felt it, warm and liquid. I was not mistaken, was I?

Opening my eyes I scream again, the man that was once standing in front of me is now laying lifeless on the floor drowning in his own pool of blood. My face, hair, and cloth were covered in his blood and some other think stuff from his body.

“Sweet Jesus!” I panicked “Swee…”

I could not get myself to say any more words as I placed my palm on my mouth and began to gag. Before I knew what was happening, I threw up what I had eaten some minutes or maybe an hour ago.

I gaze back at the man, he looks so dead. One of his eyeballs is missing, and the left side of his head is open as blood gushes out. His mouth, ear, and nose are covered in blood and the ace tattoo I saw a second again.

Half of his face looks seriously disfigured.

What a handsome poor soul!

My eyes went wide open as I felt someone’s palm over my mouth and nose and yanked me to the corner. His breath warmed on my ear and he pressed me more to himself.

For a reason yet known to me, I didn’t panic. I didn’t try to escape or struggle as he dragged me and stayed still.

I can feel it, his body feels wet, and sticky but smells fresh.

It didn’t take long for me to hear more gunshots far from the room making me panic. My eyes fell on the dead man in front of me, I know I won’t be able to sleep for days.

His right eye seems red as it has been soaked in blood. From the angle, I feel like it’s staring at me. My body shook, and I feel like something is coming up my throat from my stomach. Not long, I began to feel it in my throat.

“Don’t do it” the person behind me whispered “Don’t fucking do it, Tiff!”.

Automatically I gulped back the puke on hearing Luciano’s voice.

‘Omg! He is alive. Now it’s left to worry about Enzo although I know he won’t be an easy man to kill’.

I moved my right hand trying to feel him, who knows, it could be the person who just have Luciano’s voice. The more I search, the more I touch his bare skin. Moving up, high until I can feel his upper thigh.

“Stop it, Tiff” Luciano groaned “You are doing something dangerous” he warned.

He better be kidding!

Is that why he smells fresh?

Maybe one more, one more touch and he might at least be wearing something too… oh shit I can feel his hard dick poking my back. A very low groan escaped his throat as his dick became harder and poked me again!

“I’m sorry” he whispered, “I just cannot hold it”.

Hold the hell?

I have a huge dick poking my back and all he said was he can’t hold it? What the hell is his body even sticky?

Turning back to look at his body I froze. Sticky, yes! Normal, no! He is covered in blood.

“Holy fucking smoke!” I screamed, “You are covered in bl..”

Shit! I shouldn’t have said that. The door burst open as two men walked in, well, too bad for them as their heads immediately got blown out before they could check for us. I turned back to look at the naked Luciano who immediately pushed their body off the door, and closed the door.

My eyes popped open as I noticed a shotgun behind the door hand. An adhesive tape held the gun to the walk, making me wonder if that was the reason he never let me into his room.

“What the heck are you?” I panicked as I began to move back.

Quickly, Luciano pulled a bag from under his bed and began to fill it with money he had brought out from the ripped side of his bed. He just kept bringing out more, more and more while his attention remain on the door and me.

“Take your clothes off” he ordered.

I blinked.

A small smile spread across my face as I stared at Luciano in disbelief. He must be joking because I am literally naked beneath my cloth.

I rather remain soaked in blood than… Yanking me closer, Luciano ripped my clothes off my body, he tossed a clean set of pants on my face and threw a clean black shirt too.

I want to ask where he had gotten a pant from and how what the heck is happening. But before I opened my mouth, I got interrupted.

“Make sure it’s not stained in blood” he whispered.

Before I could get to clean my body and wear the oversized shirt given to me, Luciano hand-finished packing two bags. I can tell one is filled with money but the other is what I can’t explain.

He has now dressed in black sweatpants and a black tee shirt. A deep frown appeared on my face and I am about to complain.

He can’t be serious about giving me a shirt I can see my Bobbies through it.

“You can yell later!” Luciano snapped.

Holding the two backpacks with one hand and the other snaked around my waist, Luciano kicked his window sending the glass pieces flying out.

“Just don’t throw up all over my body yet” he warned.

I picked up my phone, trying to see if I can call for help or something but my hands kept vibrating. Before I knew what was happening he pushed me out. I was expecting to fall out, into maybe our garden since his room is not so far from mine but instead I kept falling into an endless dark hole.

“It’s gonna take a while” I heard Luciano yell “You will be fine!”.