Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I have never been a fan of using a bathtub. I always saw it as a feminine thing and somehow, I wasn’t wrong.

I reached for the body wash and applied it to my body gently.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I needed to shave my beards and keep a clean cut but that would be after my shower.

My hands traced my body and I stood right there, allowing everything to pour on me.

I stood under the shower for a few seconds just washing my face with the water.

The droplets of water on my skin sent a shiver to my body but I remained calm cause that was what I needed.

I was already having a bad morning and the shower was just to make me calmer.

My mouth slightly opened as the water fell to my face. I reached for the tap and turned it off.

I blew off the water from my mouth and used my hands to brush my hair in a way so it would slip backward.

My towel was hung beside the door so I stretched to get it.

I grabbed my towel from the side and dried my skin. My hair was damp and I just cleaned the wet strands of my hair.

I kept drying my hair till I was convinced that it was no longer moist.

I opened the door and walked inside my bedroom.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and grabbed a shaving cream.

Just as I tied the towel around my waist, the door flew open.

“Luciano!!” Tiffany’s voice yelled.

I paused and thought of the circumstance it would have been if I was stark naked and she barged in like that.

“Luciano!” She called again and turned to meet me.

She was dressed up and faintly glammed up. I knew that cause I always saw different kinds of makeovers and Tiffany’s was quite simple.

“Why the hell did you change the locks?” She fired with a frown on her face.

“Is that why you’re yelling?” I asked back and dropped the shaving cream on the slab. I looked back at the mirror trying to ignore her but she kept yelling and that made me lose focus.

“Why are you yelling?” I used as I looked at her. “There’s no reason to yell.”

“Of course, there’s a damn reason!”

“Hmm.”

“Fucking answer me! Why did you change the locks?”

I let out a soft chuckle and looked at her. I wouldn’t lie that I didn’t know this was it.

I had my instincts telling me she found out I changed the locks and that was the cause of the shenanigans.

“Let’s say it’s cause I can’t afford to lose you.”

She remained there with her jaw clenched and her fist tightly held.

“Okay okay,” I said rolling my eyes. “Let’s say it’s cause I can’t afford to lose you. Do you know? You can be so funny at times, I’ll just wake up one morning and see you’re gone.”

I laughed at the joke I made but Tiffany wasn’t smiling.

“Unfortunately, I can’t see the joke,” she mocked. “Give me the damn keys.”

I looked at her.

“I can’t let you leave this house dressed like a hoe.”

“I’m a hoe just like you,” she spat out.

My eyes furrowed and for a moment I wondered what that statement meant.

I felt the strong urge to ask what she meant by that but I brushed it off and thought against it.

“You’re fuckin man-whore, Luciano,” she continued. “Not just that, you’re disgusting as well so can you stop judging my outfit?”

“Tiffany, can you just shut the fuck up?” I said and laughed. I found it very funny that Tiffany would call me that and above all, look at me the way she was.

I took a step closer but she moved back in a reflex action.

“Don’t fucking come close to me!” She yelled. “Don’t.”

“Tiffany just shut up and listen.”

“No! I promise if you take any step forward I’ll scream. I’ll make sure I scream till all the neighbors file for noise complaints and I’ll get out of your life.”

She said all these while trying to move away from me.

I looked at her and then at the distance left before she was going to be touching the wall. There was no way Tiffany could escape so I let her reach the wall before I pointed my fingers at her.

“Don’t you dare me, Tiffany. Don’t you dare.”

“Or else what?” She asked fearfully.

“If you misbehave, you’ll know how easy it is to have your mother’s body sent to you.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and I watched her eyes fill with the usual amount of tears.

“I’ll kill your mother, Tiffany and you’ll be the reason. You’ll be the cause of your beloved mother’s death.”

I held her neck gently, not intending to hurt her but just to scare her a little.

“I’ll kill her and I’ll make sure it’s a painful death. I’ll have her scream your name as the blade goes right into her throat slitting and dripping off-”

“STOP!!” Tiffany screamed already crying.

I stopped. I really did not mean any of those things I said.

Of course, I was not going to kill her mom in a painful way or make her life miserable.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and I tried to decipher it. It felt like I was close but yet so far and that alone was driving me crazy.

It wasn’t just what I said, she was thinking of something else.

I tried to think of whatever I did but I was blank. I couldn’t come up with a single thing.

She sniffed and walked away without looking back.

I watched her walk away and when she was gone, I reached for my phone in my pocket.

I dialed Brad’s number and when he picked up, I started.

“Brad, make sure Tiffany’s mother doesn’t call her until I say so.”