Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

My eyes widened in amusement the moment I heard her.

I swallowed hard and turned to her. I didn’t want her to notice the look on my face so I brushed it off with a chuckle.

I took the drink from Massimo and took a sip from it.

As I drank, I laughed and in split seconds, I was choking on the drink.

I coughed out loud and stretched to drop the glass on the slab.

“Sorry,” Gladys said and I gave a nod.

“You need help with that?” She asked again pointing to my glass.

I had no idea what type of help she was rendering but I didn’t need it.

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking if what she just said. It felt like a blow to my chest and some type of hilarious statement.

How the hell is that possible?

I shook my head in disapproval. “I uh- I need to use the restroom.”

“Oh!” She responded. “It’s just three doors away when you get to that corner.”

She pointed the corner to me and I gave a nod in understanding. I stood up and walked toward the restroom.

I opened the door when I got to the corner and walked inside. I locked the door behind me and leaned on it for a second.

For some unknown reason, I started laughing just to make sure it didn’t have any effect on me.

I laughed till I could no longer feel voice and the next thing was a lump in my chest forming into a cry.

I tried to sniff it back but my eyes were already teary and my chest tight. I cried, letting the tears flow down my cheeks.

It was unbelievable, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt used and cheated.

I couldn’t contain the whole emotions welling in my eyes so I opened my mouth and tried to scream but I stopped halfway.

I bit my hand so I wouldn’t scream. I fell to the floor and used my hands to hold my hair.

I couldn’t let them know what was going on with me and even though it was eating me up to know I’ve been betrayed, I still wanted to act lil everything was okay.

I turned to the tap and opened it gently. I washed my face and took a moment to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

I opened the door and walked out, heading back to where Gladys and Massimo sat.

I head their voices as I got closer to where they sat. They laughed and talked audibly.

“I met her and man, i just had to do it.”

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“Common Tiff, join us.”

“Oh sure,” I said with a smile and sat close to Gladys on the chair.

She had a small smile on her face and looked back at Massimo who looked like he had been interrupted.

Of course he was interrupted by me walking in.

“So-” Gladys said looking at him.

“I met the British Karen like I said,” he continued. “But I had to silence her forever. She was too nosy and meddlesome for my business.”

I listened and tried to make sense from the whole conversation bit all I could come up with was that he was telling Gladys about some girl.

“I can imagine how that felt,” Gladys chirped. “To have someone being nosy as fuck.”

“It was the fucking simplest thing ever. To you know, end it all.” He reached for the bottle of vodka on the table and turned some into his glass.

He raised his glass and then took a sip. I hated the way I felt so disconnected so I laughed and turned to Massimo.

“Can I get some of that?”

He gave an affirmative not and turned some vodka into my glass. “It’s all yours.”

I laughed and crossed my legs waiting for the next point to be made so I could say something and feel like I understood what the hell was happening.

“Really?” I asked and laughed.

Gladys looked at me with her brows furrowed. She didn’t understand what exactly I was referring to and I didn’t either.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Oh never mind!” I said with a wide smile. “It just reminded me of this time I met this girl called Karen.

“Yeah?” Massimo said and I looked at him.

“Yeah. She uh- she was uh my uh- she was there in Dallas.”

Gladys frowned like she wasn’t able to understand what I was saying.

“Tell us about it,” Massimo said and I smiled at him.

I liked how he always acted like he wanted to hear my stories despite the fact that this one was all fake and just made up.

He didn’t know that though. I was just trying to cover up how I really felt.

“Uh- it was after a school shooting and uh- she had just escaped from getting killed I guess. I didn’t really get to talk to her for so long before the uh- left.”

“Hmm. Yeah?” Massimo queried.

“Yeah. She was uh-” a lump formed in my throat and I could no longer continue with my story.

I broke into tears despite how hard I tried not to.

“I’m sorry, I uh-”

“Oh shit,” Massimo said. “Give me that, I think she’s drunk.”

I wasn’t drunk but I couldn’t say otherwise. It was insane to burst into tears in the middle of a conversation.

He reached for the glass in my hands and took it away. He dropped it beside him and then turned his attention back to me.

I smiled at him with tears in my eyes and he just reached for my eyes to wipe the tears away.

“Come here,” he said and I rested on his shoulder.

I was pretending ’cause no one would believe I was okay

For a moment I felt light and then he raised his hands to pat me gently.