Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I didn’t want to talk to him and that was so annoying. It had not being well for me. It was like Luciano would intentionally be late, sluggish, suspicious, and annoying at the same time. “Oh shit,” I mumbled when I checked my wristwatch and saw I was already running late.

“It’s my fucking exam for crying out loud!” I said again and tossed my bag away.

Luciano was being so slow and I didn’t want to call him. I had no other option cause any more minute spent in this house would make me miss my exam.

I kicked the door open and turned to the hallway leading to Luciano’s room. It took a few steps but when I finally got there, I shoved the door open.

There he was, taking off his clothes. He stopped when he saw me and looked at me. His expression was so blank, it was like I had jumped into something I shouldn’t have and I don’t give a hoot!

“We’re running late,” I told him in case he was in another world of his. I needed him back in reality so I could get to school already.

“Oh, sure.”

“Sure?” It sounded weird and he was acting suspicious.

I couldn’t figure out why he was acting that way but I looked around trying to find a clue.

He stood up with his half-way unbuttoned shirt and walked toward the bathroom door. “I’ll brush and be out shortly.”

Since he said shortly, I decided to wait right there in his room while looking around for a clue.

He was acting way too different and I could tell that something was wrong with him.

I sat on his bed and turned my head sideways but there was no clue whatsoever.

It just felt like I was trying to act like him but that was bull shit.

The bathroom door squeaked and he came out with his hair sleeked by sweat and his face looking all sweaty.

I frowned.

“Common,” he said and grabbed the keys on the table. “You said it yourself that you’re running late.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“That’s right,” I responded and stood up.

I followed him out of the room and looked the door behind me.

We walked to where his car was parked and I pulled the car door. I got inside the car and because I needed to understand what was going on, I sat in the backseat.

Luciano turned to look at me for a while then turned his face back to the steering wheel and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

The drive was long due to the traffic and how many times we had to sway our way out of the row of cars driving.

After a few more minutes, Luciano parked in front of the school building. I reached to open the door but he didn’t turn off the ignition or act like he was going to step down from the car.

When he saw I was waiting for some sort of explanation, he spoke.

“I’ll be home, I don’t have any paper today.”

“Right,” I muttered and climbed out of the car. I slammed the door and walked away to the entrance of the building.

The place was rowdy with students walking to and fro in groups.

Two hours later, I was walking out of the class because I was done with my first paper.

Not just my first paper but the only paper I had. I really didn’t think it would be a bit easier but I was glad.

I tried my best and it didn’t turn out so bad. I searched my bag for my phone but I didn’t call Luciano.

I thought of Gladys but thought against calling her too. I could get home myself and that was what I was going to do.

I felt a flush of relief as I boarded a cab back home. The drive was serene and it didn’t have me looking around or wondering.

When I got to my destination, I paid the driver and walked to the door. I tried to open it and it opened.

“Look who didn’t lock the door by would lock me inside,” I said with an undertone.

I fell to the couch and took a deep breath. I reached for the remote on the table and changed the channel.

“Ouu,” I said with a small smile when I saw it was my favorite TV show.

I increased the volume and relaxed in the couch as I watched the show.

I’ve always loved watching The Robins and somehow, no other TV Show has been able to beat it.

My favorite character in the show had to be Rachel, Robin’s sister and it was because we both loved flowers.

At the thought of flowers, I turned in the direction of the flower vase but it wasn’t there.

“Shit,” I muttered and felt anger course through me. My flower vase was missing.

I stood up immediately and walked to Luciano’s room. I could bear him treat me like an animal but not take my stuff without permission!

“Luciano!!” I yelled.

I kicked the door open and the door flew open. It revealed Luciano sitting on the bed without a shirt.

My forehead furrowed when I saw he was changing a bandage on his shoulder.

The injury looked like it had been there for days but I never noticed it.

Was that the reason he was acting all strange? Was he trying to hide it was from me? Does it hurt? Had he recently gotten into a mess and didn’t tell me?

I wanted to asked him, to make sure he was okay and know what he was going through but….

Well that was his fucking business!

Luciano looked at me and I brushed off the look on my face.

“I really don’t care if you die,” I spat out. “I don’t give a fuck what happens to you but make sure you bring my vase back before you die.”

He didn’t blink neither did he scowl at me.

“You seem to be doing things yourself now. Why don’t you find the vase yourself?” Luciano suggested.

The level of anger in his voice made me want to end the conversation but I didn’t. I just need to put him in his place.

“Well you know what?” I asked as I moved few steps towards him then stopped “It is mutual since you had sex with my friend.”

He looked at me and looked away. He couldn’t defend himself and I knew it. That look on his face, it was like he regretted his actions but he should just say it. His pride is too damn much!

“Massimo isn’t good for you,” he finally said after a moment of silence. “He’s no good for you Tiffany.”

I smirked. Of all the people in my life, I haven’t seen anyone Luciano hate or react to like Massimo. It was like they had this connection even when they might have not seen each others.

“You’re just jealous that he’s way better than you,” I scoffed and he looked at me.

He stared daggers at me and if look could kill, I would be dead already.

“He doesn’t act like a nascist self centered bag of bit dick” I added