All Chapters of Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sebastian’s POV Mich and I had just dropped the girls off at school, ensuring they were safe and sound before driving away. At the gate, I confirmed that Greg Shelly’s assigned guard was present, vigilant, and ready to act if any situation were to arise. It was part of our routine, yet essential given the circumstances. Back at the main warehouse, the atmosphere buzzed with the hum of forklifts and the rustling of boxes. We methodically combed through shipments, ticking off items on our inventory list, and making doubly sure that we have everything required for the upcoming deals. Each crate, meticulously checked; each checklist, painstakingly filled to avoid any oversight. The last shipment painstakingly recovered from Falcon and his crew was finally back where it belonged. Every piece of stolen goods was accounted for. The crates, lined up neatly, brimmed with firearms and ammunition, each shadowy figure waiting for its destined owner. I placed calls to our partners, voices cra

Shelly’s POV Arriving at the club, the atmosphere buzzes with pulsating energy. The night is young, and outside, a serpentine line of eager party-goers snakes toward the entrance. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, with clusters of friends huddled together, laughter and chatter creating a symphony of excitement. The line stretches into the distance, but with Sebastian, being the mafia boss, we go right up front, stepping the rest of the people eager to get in and curious stares. A towering bouncer stands guard at the door, muscles rippling under his tight black tee, eyes hidden behind dark aviator sunglasses. He spots us immediately, a glimmer of recognition crossing his stony expression, lips curling into a smile for me and Sabrina. Sebastian is by my side in an instant, his presence commanding and unquestionable, arm snaking possessively around my waist. It's an unmistakable statement, one that claims and protects all at once. The bouncer's demeanor shifts visibly as he ack

I tossed the car keys over to Michal, confident in his ability to catch them mid-air, which he did effortlessly. With a reassuring nod, he moved to help Sabrina into the passenger seat, gently ensuring she was comfortably settled in. Meanwhile, I took care of Shelly, guiding her into the backseat with the care I’ve come to know she appreciated after a spirited evening like this. Once Shelly was seated, I slid in next to her, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence. I reached over to buckle her seatbelt, a ritual she often resisted with playful stubbornness. Even though she hated wearing it, I always insisted for her safety, a rule she begrudgingly accepted from me, despite my own lack of adherence to the same precaution. With everyone secure, we were ready to start the journey home. As we made our way home, I found myself deep in a conversation about business with Michal. The girls, meanwhile, were absorbed in their own animated discussion, the car filled with a lively buzz

Shelly’s POV Sebastian and Michal left around six in the morning. Sebastian, of course, didn’t leave without having a piece of me, though. His high sex drive is truly impressive, and I absolutely love it. There's something thrilling about his insatiable appetite; it always leaves me wanting more. Now it’s just Sabrina and me, along with a bunch of guards. I know Sebastian is protective, but having all these guards around all the time can get a bit annoying. It often feels like I'm a little kid who needs a babysitter, always being watched and unable to truly relax or breathe. Despite the ever-present watchful eyes, Sabrina and I are determined to make the best of it. We plan to dive into the day with a sense of adventure and spontaneity. We've already started concocting a list of activities, from binge-watching our favorite series to experimenting with new recipes in the kitchen. There's a sense of freedom we find in the small things, even if we are surrounded by more secur

Sebastian’s POV The day they left: After exchanging heartfelt goodbyes with Shelly, we embarked on the journey to the airport. The drive was pleasant, with the cityscape blending into tranquil suburbs as we approached our destination. It took about half an hour, giving us just enough time to reflect on the days ahead and enjoy the calm before the flurry of activities that awaited us. Upon our arrival at the airport, we were greeted by the sight of my private plane. Its sleek exterior gleamed in the sunlight, a testament to the care given to maintain its charm and efficiency. This aircraft was a special gift from my father, provided the year before he passed away. Every time I set foot on it, I felt a sense of nostalgia and responsibility. He had always envisioned that this plane would not only serve for business endeavors with the mafia but also support me in my personal endeavors, like when I would eventually start my own family. As my guards diligently packed up all o