All Chapters of Lethal Games: Taming My Mafia Don Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV: BiancaI lost my mother the day my father died. The lights seized from her eyes, the cheer died from her voice, and her 'I love yous' became cold and monotonous.I didn't blame her. I was a tough person to love, a feral beast trying to climb out of the hole the goddamn mafia was digging around us. I didn't love her any less, though. Even when she pretended not to notice the scars and bruises my uncle left in places he shouldn't touch. Even when I went hungry for days because she was depressed. Even when she turned a blind eye to the times I needed her, I didn't resent her.But this. This threatens to change everything.As I stood in front of the beautiful gates and brownstone walls that separated the DiMarco mansion from the rest of the world, in my 'fuck you' outfit, I muttered a soft 'merda' under my breath, getting cold feet already. Two giant archangels wielding flaming swords let me know that I was in the right place but I searched the piece of paper to reconfirm that this

Pov: AndreNever, in all my twenty eight years of existence, have I lost my shit the way I did just now. I prided myself on having a good head on my shoulder. I never reacted out of anger, spite, lust or envy. Every move I make is cold and calculated, every plan well thought out before execution. You don't gain the level of power and control I have by letting your emotions control you. Weaker men were slaves to their own emotions. Nothing good came out of acting irrationally.But I have never met anyone that pushed my buttons the way my soon to be stepsister did in a few short minutes.It wasn't my intention to choke the shit out of her but it had felt so fucking good having her rebellious ass smothered into submission.She hadn't even tried to fight back. All her fierceness and feistiness had simply vanished in thin air."Don't do it again," my voice was only a deathly whisper that found its way home to her as she nodded slowly, losing what fight she had in her.Satisfaction purred in

Pov: AndreThis girl was going to give me a fucking heart attack before my father and Mária even recite their vows.I arrived at the bodega in record time. She was exactly where Alfonso said she'd be, sampling bottles of cheap wine that were on sale. She was wearing a tank top that stopped a few inches below her ribs, exposing her smooth skin and toned abdomen.Her short running shorts stopped just below her firm, well rounded ass and her long lean legs were on display in that skimpy outfit. Her black hair in a ponytail swished around her thin waist. Her hair was so black and long, I imagined it being able to wrap around my fist twice. The thought sent a ball of heat straight to my groin.I got out of my car and slipped into a dark alley in the direction to her apartment and waited for her.Twenty minutes later, I heard the bell of the store ring, her light jogging footsteps and rustle of bags. She was only a few distances away and my heart started racing at the thought of seeing her

Note: double povPov: BIANCAI watched as he stepped away from me, regret and horror tightening his features.I hated myself for already missing his warmth but I forced myself to meet his eyes, gritting my teeth to stop myself from saying anything stupid, my hands fists tight at my sides."Are... Are we going to talk about this?""Nothing happened that would repeat itself. This was a mistake."A mistake. Right. Got it. Tell it to my beating organ that was tearing to pieces. He wiped a thumb across his lips and looked up at the ceiling, exhaling an exasperated breath. And when he looked back down at me, he was back to being cold and expressionless. "Go in and get dressed," he said stoically, his face, a cold, unreadable mask. "I won't repeat myself."My heart lurched, something like pain decaying in my chest.I gathered whatever modicum of dignity I had left and left his presence, slipping back into my apartment that was thrumming with loud music.Snarling in frustration, I turned of

Pov: AndreJesus fucking Christ, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I held her to me, like that would stop her from crying. And maybe it did. We stayed like that for a few minutes until her sobs turned to dull whimpers.Suddenly she pushed away from me, sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break down like that.""You don't want your mum to get married." .She froze. And thawed. "I... It's not that. It's just...""It's just what?"She pried her lips open to speak but the words never quite made it out. "It's nothing." She said finally. "If I say it, I'll just sound like a whiny bitch. You already think I'm a whore, I wouldn't want to add spoiled brat to the list."With that, she stood up and left, walking back into the party, her shimmering dress disappearing into the crowd.I followed after her, my gaze intent on her as I slipped into the shadows, pouring a finger of whiskey out for myself. I sipped from the cup, never allowing her to leave my line of si