"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?
Lihat lebih banyakLavender:
"I'll need a minute to order," I told the waitress walking my way. She nodded and went back behind the counter to chat with another guy in the back.
I had finished my twelve-hour nursing shift when I packed my bags to travel to this city. I was always rushing to stay with my mom after enduring my uncle’s cruelty.
I had turned nineteen a week ago and had been working nonstop as a nurse since then. They drained me completely in one week, but at least I was able to earn something.
My thoughts were briefly interrupted as the door burst open like someone was in an emergency, and a tall man in a black suit and glasses barged in.
I shifted in my seat, avoiding direct eye contact.
He had a sharp jawline with a bit of a beard and mustache. His high cheekbones were pretty much all I could focus on. He walked ahead and took the seat next to the window across from my table.
There was something about his presence that radiated darkness, but I avoided thinking too much about it.
I had my own little situation to deal with.
Instead of heading straight to my mom’s place, I had to come here, eat something, and then go donate blood.
I hadn’t even recovered from the last time.
The man didn't seem to order, still wearing his black sunglasses, sitting so straight that my back hurt just watching him.
Ever since he walked into the café, I had a bad feeling about him.
And then, just when I thought maybe I was overthinking, the door burst open again, and two armed men rushed in.
It all happened in an instant. My body went cold and numb, freezing up while the men aimed at the man in the suit.
“We found the Mafia boss,” one of the men spoke on the earpiece and my heart sank at his words. Beads of sweats had only formed on my temples when the next shocking event was already in process.
Without wasting a second, the man got up, pulling out two guns.
Gunfires erupted, and I threw myself under the table, shaking in panic. A few other customers started screaming while the shots rang through the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I pressed my hands over my ears, curling into a ball until I could no longer hear anything.
Then, I slowly lifted my head to look at the aftermath. The two men who had barged in were lying dead at the entrance, along with two customers in the back.
I quickly got to my feet and rushed to the customers to check for any signs of life. But the moment I held their wrists to check their pulse, I realized they were already gone.
"You a doctor?"
I heard the click of a gun behind me, and my heart sank.
Steadying myself, I stood with my hands up in surrender.
I turned to the man in suit, the Mafia boss, and noticed the blood seeping from the side of his stomach. He pointed at my lab coat.
"I’m a nurse," I replied, shaking badly.
This man before me was a mafia boss, and because of him many innocent people lost their lives. And here he was, still alive. The gun pointing straight at me made me lose my breath.
"Get rid of the bullet," he muttered, glancing at the bullet hole in his white shirt.
He had taken off his glasses, so I could see his gray eyes directly, but I wouldn’t dare.
"I don't know how to do it," I lied. I had experience with bullet wounds because of the recent attack on the school. There were so many casualties that we all had to rush and help them.
"Really?"
But this man—the man those intruders had called the Mafia boss—seemed so intimidating.
"Then you are of no use to me."
I couldn't believe this was happening right now. At the same time, a server from the counter started crawling toward the exit.
The man in front of me suddenly pulled his arm back without even looking and fired a shot, killing the poor server right before my eyes.
"Ahh!" A scream escaped my lips, and I collapsed in fear, my hands covering my ears.
The man then pointed the gun at me again.
"I can help—"
The words left my mouth before I even realized it. The fear of death is a crazy thing. It makes people make rash decisions.
He gestured with his gun for me to move behind the counter and into the kitchen. I prayed no one else was in there. This man wouldn’t hesitate to spill more blood.
However, just as I reached the counter, I saw dead bodies lying there. There was no one left alive.
"Keep going. The more you delay, the more people will show up," he pressed the tip of the gun to my back and gave me a push before walking closer to me from behind. He whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to keep spilling blood?"
I didn’t understand why he just didn’t leave and go to the hospital. He was a damn boss—he could have his own private hospital.
But I couldn’t ask him any questions. He must have his own reasons, reasons I didn’t care about.
Once we were in the kitchen, I turned around to quickly get started before the cops arrived. He made it clear that the minute someone came in, he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me and them. The café being in a pretty abandoned area worked in his favor.
"You need to lie down," I said, hoping he wouldn’t make this harder.
"Just do your job. I’m fine."
Of course, he didn’t understand basic protocol.
I sighed and carefully lifted his shirt. His abs moved up and down with his heavy breathing. He was probably twenty five and tall as a giant. I checked his wound thoroughly, rushing to the cupboard and finding the first aid kit.
As I cleaned the wound, I realized it was just a flesh wound.
"The bullet only grazed past it. It's not lodged inside, but you’re losing blood," I said, pressing on the wound to stop the bleeding before doing anything else.
I watched him keep staring at me to the point that my hands started to shake.
"You might wanna look away. It’ll help," I made it seem like I was saying it for his comfort, but the truth was, his intense gaze was making me nervous.
"Shut up. Do your work," he hissed again, making me clench my jaw in frustration.
I started cleaning it with water, but he grunted.
"Use alcohol. You don’t even know that much?"
He was so difficult to deal with, but since he had a gun, I had to bite my tongue.
"Sir, the alcohol might damage the tissue," I replied respectfully, my voice shaky.
Meanwhile, he had called his men, and my fear of leaving this place unharmed grew stronger.
After I put a bandage on his wound, I added, "You need proper medical care. You’ve lost a lot of blood."
I was afraid of what would happen next.
He seemed out of it at this point, but I had done my part.
Would he let me go now?
My question was answered when he pointed the gun at my head.
"Can’t let—any witness get away, can I?"
My eyes widened, and my body trembled. My legs moved on their own as I stepped back, trying to put distance between us.
I saw his finger on the trigger, but then his eyes started closing. He shook his head, and when he fired, he missed—for the first time.
I had dropped to my knees, my head in my hands, when I heard a thud and saw his body collapse.
"I need to get out of here," I whispered.
I knew his men would arrive any minute, so I had to leave.
If I left, I would be fine.
I was sure he wouldn’t come after me. He was a mafia boss, and he knew that I knew that too. No sane person would go around snitching on the boss.
I ran out of the kitchen, keeping my eyes off the dead bodies.
The thought of how these men started this fight, hurting innocent people, broke my heart.
I grabbed my stuff and rushed out of the café on foot, stumbling and running like a madwoman.
Once I was far away, I took a cab to the hospital.
I will be fine.
I kept reminding myself.
As long as I didn’t talk about it, no one would come looking for me.
"You look sweaty. Isn’t it cold outside?" the nurse joked while drawing blood from me.
"I had to rush here so I could make it back home in time," I replied, feeling my heart race in my chest again.
"You are finally here," my mother rushed in, shaking her head at me in disbelief.
"I stopped by a café to eat something," I told her, genuinely hoping she would care at least a little about me. I had been traveling for the last few hours, and I was exhausted.
"Huh," my mom rolled her eyes, placing her bag on the table and accidentally spilling its contents.
"Can I meet Grandma today?"
The minute I asked, I watched her face darken. It was a clear sign that I needed to drop it and leave her mother alone. I have been donating blood to my grandma for some time ever since I got the news of her being in an accident and then falling into a coma. But not once was I allowed to see her.
"Just do your part and don’t bring your evil eye to her," she hissed, gesturing for the nurse to step aside so they could talk privately after she removed the needle from my arm.
I got up from the bed and watched my mother whispering to the nurse before returning to me.
"Grab my bag. We have a busy day today," my mom ordered.
I quickly reached for the scattered items and shoved them into her bag when my eyes landed on a picture.
It had fallen out, but the real problem was the person in the picture. I kept staring at it, my breath hitching as I recognized the face.
It was the guy from the café.
The Boss!
He was standing next to a much older man—probably his father?
Before I could ask my mother why this picture was in her purse, I heard her speak again. What she said next left me frozen.
"Hmm, that is my soon-to-be husband and his son—your stepfather and stepbrother. We will be meeting them today."
Igor:"Wooooo! We are definitely going to win!" Valerie giggled, sticking her tongue out at the passing cars.Her fingers were covered in rings, bracelets stacked up, and big earrings dangled from her ears. She was all set and ready for the race.This would mark us as the best among the racers."What do you think? If I open this window now, will my top come off?" she asked, clicking her tongue and spreading her legs to sit more comfortably."You call this a top? It's a bra, ma'am," I teased, and she laughed loudly. She had gone out with me to buy this outfit and jewelry for the special night.Whenever she needed something, she'd ask me to take her shopping. She never made me pay, even when I always insisted. She’d say she just wanted my opinion. But honestly, I didn’t know what to say to her. Everything she picked out looked good on her."Do you think this skirt are too short?" she asked, pouting, her arm stretching out, hand in my hair, running her fingers through it."No! It suits t
Lavender:All the cars started leaving, one after another. Loud engines, bright lights, dust in the air. I just sat on the chair and watched them go. It was like they couldn’t wait to race. Then I saw it.One car didn’t move.It stayed in the same place while the others drove away. That felt strange. I looked at it again. The windows were dark, but I could see someone inside.He was looking at me.I didn’t know who he was, but I knew he wasn’t just sitting there. He was staring. At me. Not moving, not blinking. Just watching.My stomach felt tight. Like something was wrong. Really wrong.I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. My eyes stayed on the car. My body didn’t move. I felt cold even though the night wasn’t that cold.Why was he still there?Why was he watching me?I started recalling who had sat down in that one particular car. His form was not recognizable because of the tinted windows, until all the cars had passed me and disappeared. Then, he slowly rolled the window down.T
Lavender:“Let me go,” I started kicking and screaming when a hand grabbed me. It was Igor.“Shut up before I smack the teeth out of your mouth,” he screamed as he grabbed me by both my arms and shook me awake.“I will not allow you or your friends to touch me,” I screamed in his face, and he gave me a blank expression.“We are not going to. Do you think you’re that important for us to spend the precious time we’ve planned for weeks convincing you to have sex with us?” he hissed back, and my protesting started to fade away. “That jerk was making a joke.”“Well, it wasn’t funny because it happens to women all the time—” Finally, I teared up.It was my worst fear, and hearing his friend think it was a funny joke broke me down. There were some girls with some of the guys, and even they laughed about it.At least some of them did.“Yeah, it’s not funny. I call him an asshole for a reason. Nobody is touching you, so don’t worry,” he then let me go while promising no one would touch me.I d
Lavender:I had finished my dinner and went back to my room, planning to change and rest. Thankfully, Nikon had taken the right stance, or else I don’t even want to imagine being at the island with that psycho.I was about to grab my wig and the black backdrop when a loud banging on the door almost knocked the world from under my feet. It was aggressive, like someone was in an emergency. I jumped off the bed and reached the door, worried that someone got sick or hurt.Or maybe some emergency had arrived.But the minute I opened the door and saw Nikon standing outside my room, I knew it wasn’t anything like what I had thought.“Grab your aid kit, you’re going with Igor,” Nikon stormed in, his presence wild and threatening. Behind him was Igor, who only leaned to the side, supporting his body with the wall.“Huh? But—but you said—” I started panicking almost instantly. Going to an island where there is no one else but my psycho stepbrother and his friends, who were probably just as craz
Igor:It wasn’t new for my brother to humiliate me. But this time, it was worse because it was for someone like Lavender.Since when did my brother start feeling so bad for a bastard child?I rushed back to my room and grabbed a bottle of wine from my bar. That’s when my friends started blowing up my phone.“I’m not coming,” I hissed at them.“But why not? We’ve planned everything. The ferry is ready, our cars are ready to go—why are you changing your mind now? Don’t tell me you’re having cold feet. Are you scared of losing?” As they laughed, I clenched my jaw secretly.They had no clue that it wasn’t funny to me.I had been mistreated so much that now no one took me seriously.“Fear of losing, my brother? There’s no way Igor would be afraid of losing,” I didn’t know Nikon would come to my room. If I had known, I would have closed the door.But now he was standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest.“Brother Nikon—but he’s saying he isn’t coming,” my friend must have g
Lavender:My family had returned. They looked happy. But I was too. After what happened between me and Easton, I was over the moon.I couldn’t stop smiling even when no one said anything nice to me.We were dining together and my sisters were gushing over the scenery from the picnic.“Daddy, can my friend come over sometime?” Sabrina said to Mister Volkov, making him smile in surprise at the fact that she was calling him her father.“Sure, they can come whenever they want. It is your house—” Mister Volkov suddenly stopped when Nikon placed his spoon down.It was done so politely, but somehow it made everyone turn to look at him.“But of course, ask for your brother’s permission first,” Mister Volkov corrected himself.“It’s okay. As long as they don’t walk around poking their noses in everyone’s business—especially mine and my brother’s,” Nikon warned her, grabbing his spoon again.He was usually quiet all the time.And just when I thought I hadn’t been under his scrutiny for a while,
Lavender:It had been two minutes since he had started sucking my boob, and I had not gotten over the shock of it. It felt very weird in the beginning. I mean, I felt shy. But then, I wanted him to never stop. That shyness and awkwardness seemed to waver away with every passing second.He was sucking on my breast like he was getting something out of it. His lips were perfectly wrapped around my nipple, not even allowing them to breathe. He then continued to suck on only my tits before pulling away."I think we should not do that," I uttered, sitting in front of him with my breast out."Why is that?" he asked, gently pulling my tit out, and I squeaked."Because---our relationship," I mumbled shyly, looking down when he kept playing with my nipple between his fingers."So what? We are bonding. I'll stop if you want me to," his voice remained husky as he stretched his hand back."But if you want to continue, expose your other breast for me," he whispered as he leaned over to my lips.I b
Lavender:After having breakfast alone in my room, I recalled Easton’s words again and couldn’t help but worry about his one statement.“He has someone he is interested in.”I picked up my phone and typed an email again.Levi: You didn’t tell me who that special one is?And his response came almost immediately.E-Tron: You will find out soon. What’s the rush?I bit my tongue, feeling suddenly sad.E-Tron: You have a boyfriend anyway. Go spend time with him, while I go spend time with my special someone.As soon as I read that text, tears started to form in my eyes.He was someone I wouldn’t share with anyone. Everyone else at the manor had left for the picnic, Igor had left with his friends, and Nikon, as usual, was out and about—probably even killing innocent people.So when there was a knock on the door to my bedroom, I knew who it could be.I placed the tray away and slowly got up from the bed, a confused look on my face.I answered the door to the world’s most handsome man standin
Lavender:I had not been able to sleep that whole night, and then the next day, when I checked his profile, I saw he had posted those pictures with a special caption.“When there is someone very special behind the lens, you feel special too.”My heart pounded hard, my eyes stuck on the caption. And the comments were even more fun to read.One user wrote,“Can someone please zoom into his eyes to see the reflection of this special someone? I’m dying of jealousy out here.”Another wrote,“She must be the reason he decided to work out so late at night ;p”There were many such comments, and I kept reading every single one of them. And then he responded to one of the comments.Someone wrote,“Look how he is smiling. I’m a gymnast, and let me tell you something—if a man is smiling for someone while working out, that person must be very special.”To which Easton replied,“My mystery girl is in talks?”I smiled and put my phone down, hugging my pillow. If the people of Brisa saw me, they woul
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