Seducing The Mafia's Lord Stepbrother
"I break everything I touch,bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?"
"Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti."
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Amy Baker's life had hit a dead end for years. Surviving from hand to mouth through multiple part-time jobs and coming back home to her gambling addict boyfriend. On what was supposed to be their five year anniversary he sold her to pay his debts to one the country's deadliest Mafia, a man who sent shivers in the underworld.
Finding herself in the web of Antonio Moretti, Amy has two choices to remain a timid prey or evolve to a predator herself.
To break or be broken.
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Chapter 2
Amy's pov
I sealed the last cardboard box and wiped the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand.
Seven hours of packing and finally done, Jeremy had dipped out thirty minutes in to visit a friend since they won't be seeing each other often when we move.
I'd dialed him about a dozen times since then, straight to voicemail.
"Seriously Jeremy?!" I hissed into my phone when he still wasn't answering.
I was trying so hard to make us work, why was he making it difficult for me?
Suddenly my phone started to ring and I picked it up from our bed. "Babe, I won."
The phone nearly slipped past my hands, "No way..." I said unintentionally.
He didn't seem to mind.
"It's ten million dollars, baby. I'm finally going to give you the life you deserve."
Tears welled up in my eyes, "I'm so sorry for ever doubting you. Why don't you come home, let's celebrate..."
"Actually, I already booked us a room in a five star hotel. I'll text you the address. Make sure you wear something nice,"
More tears.
I got dressed at the speed of light, even wore some lipstick and styled my hair simple but elegantly.
Fifteen minutes later I was in the lobby of the hotel, legs wobbling with every step, the excitement making me unable to walk straight.
He sent me a text when I entered the elevator; "I'll be putting a blindfold on you when you walk in so keep your eyes closed before then."
I replied to the text and went back to bubbling with excitement.
Finally I wouldn't be the only one footing bills, we could pay off all our student debt, buy a house for the two kids we'll have.
My eyelids were shut tight as I entered the unlocked hotel room, two steps in and there was already a blindfold around my eyes.
I tried to reach for Jeremy but he stepped away from my touch.
"Give me a strip tease."
I was too excited to think, slowly I began to undress. Good thing I wore matching underwear. He started asking me to pose, it was a bit tantalizing at first then it got weird.
"All right Jeremy, where are you?" I said playfully with a small laugh reaching to touch him and then I fell to the warmth of a human body under fabric and smiled.
"Jeremy..." I reached up, held his face and kissed him, his lips parted immediately possessively taking mine but something didn't feel right however my head was spinning with how good of a kiss it was so I didn't question it just dive deeper until I had to back away for air.
"Jeremy, that was amazing..." I said pulling off the blindfold because I was impatient now.
The smile on my face immediately shrunk when I saw who was in front of me, a man with shoulders as broad as valleys covered with a deep darkish navy blue suit and more noticeably my strawberry lipstick smeared across his lips.
"Who the hell are you?!" I screamed , backing away, my eyes spinning around looking for Jeremy.
But he wasn't in the room.
"What did you do to Jeremy?!" I said at the top of my voice stomping forward, the man met my stride standing up to his full height which was almost a complete foot taller than me and I wasn't exactly a short woman.
After recovering from his insane height it suddenly struck me that I was nude except for my underwear, I protectively clutched around my chest and my panty still seething.
"Just wait when my boyfriend comes he'll kick your-"
"You don't have a boyfriend anymore," the man said as if it was a matter of fact, "from now on you belong to me."
Then without warning someone came from behind it and a damp cloth was pressed against my face. I kicked and screamed but eventually my entire body went limp until my eyes closed.
•••••••••
A house with a white picket fence
Two cute kids running around
And my adoring husband by myself.
That was all I wanted, was that so terrible? Did I not deserve to be happy too? After everything I've been through, don't I deserve just a little bit of happiness?
Probably not, misery was my longest companion.
Perhaps that was never meant to change.
When my eyes peeled open the first thing I took in was the artificial lights burning my retinas then it was a middle aged woman knelt beside me as I was submerged in a tub.
"Don't touch me!" I tried to get away from the woman but her grip despite her age was as firm as iron.
My head was still feeling a bit dizzy so it was hard to coordinate myself and resist the other woman. She finished bathing me as if I was three, helped me out with the tub and handed me a towel and a nightgown that was all but perfectly transparent.
"Mr Moretti wants you to wear this," her voice vibrated with deep respect when she mentioned that name. My instincts told me that it was the same pervert from the hotel room.
I had half the mind to scream, kick and resist but that would only make things harder for me.
What I need to do right now is buy time for Jeremy to rescue me.
There were a lot of things not adding up but if I couldn't trust my boyfriend of half a decade then who else could I trust?
I wore the nightgown that covered next to nothing, the woman escorted me out of the room and led me through a carpeted hall adorned with decorational vases and paintings. I could smell the old money coming off from the place.
Why would someone this loaded need to resort to kidnapping?
Was he in cohorts with the casino where Jeremy went to gamble, I've heard that some casinos pull dirty tricks when they don't want to give a huge payout.
My head was spinning with a million and one thoughts until I was pushed as gently as possible to what appeared to be a study.
Then I heard that rich voice again brushing my ears.
"Finally you're here."
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8.0
Blurb
**She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.**
***
**SIENNA**
I thought I buried that night.
The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future.
Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be.
Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love.
Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters.
Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name.
He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing.
But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive.
I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget.
But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice.
*** **
**LANDON**
She was never supposed to be his.
The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know.
I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted.
Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother.
Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun.
She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone.
But I remember. And so does she.
One night should have been the end.
Instead it was only the beginning.
Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother.
8.2
He wanted freedom after breaking me. So I hired a stranger for one reckless night.
But he's not a call boy. He's a mafia king who owns this city. Now he decided I'm his. No negotiations. No escape.
8.5
A brutal fire had Brenna's mother abandon her.
When the family finally "reunited" with her, she was a scarred outcast mucking stalls and tending horses in the countryside.
They tore into her icily. "We only brought you back to marry in your sister's place. Don't you dare bring disgrace on us!"
Disgusted, Brenna cut them off.
Then the truth surfaced-a famed jeweler called her mentor, a top hospital director named her heir, an elite hacker circle bowed to her, and her scars faded into stunning beauty.
Regrets came too late. She was already in a tycoon's arms.
Vincent, a power player straddling both business and illegal worlds, had a secret: he was colorblind.
That was until Brenna unexpectedly burst into his life, bringing colors back into his world.
At first, he never thought he could fall for this seemingly unattractive woman, yet as time passed, his heart surrendered...
7.7
In my past life, the bullet chambered in the gun on the desk was less lethal than the indifference of the two men standing beside me.
Dante and Matteo were supposed to be the future kings of Chicago, and I was their queen.
But they threw it all away for Sofia—a liar with a pretty face and a fake sob story about a gambling father.
They forced me into a gilded cage, making me serve Sofia like a maid while they played her saviors.
They let me rot in isolation until I swallowed a bottle of pills just to escape the coldness of their neglect.
They didn't even mourn me; they were too busy comforting the girl who would eventually destroy them.
I died realizing that my loyalty was my fatal flaw.
I had worshipped men who saw me as nothing more than an accessory, while they sacrificed their empire for a woman who played them for fools.
But the universe has a sick sense of humor.
It sent me back.
Back to the day that sealed my fate.
The Consigliere pushed the assignment papers toward us—the path to becoming Bosses.
"We are not going," Dante said, looking at me with cold eyes. "Sofia needs us. She is fragile."
In my past life, I begged them to stay.
This time, I stepped forward and picked up the pen.
"I will go," I said, signing my name in sharp black ink.
"I don't need your protection anymore."
7.5
I didn't fall for him.
I crashed.
Liam Cage wasn't supposed to matter. He was just the arrogant stranger with a dangerous smile and eyes that undressed me in a single glance. Just a man passing through my life.
Until our parents got married.
Now he's everywhere, in the kitchen at midnight, leaning against doorframes like he owns the air I breathe. In the hallway, too close. Always too close. Every look between us feels like a secret. Every argument feels like foreplay. Every silence feels loaded.
We don't talk about it.
We don't have to.
Because the truth is there in the way my pulse stutters when he says my name. In the way he watches me like he's trying to decide whether to ruin me - or save me.
He's wrong.
For me.
For my family.
For my sanity.
But when he touches me, the world narrows down to skin and heat and the terrifying realization that some mistakes don't feel like mistakes at all.
They feel inevitable.
This story is about craving what you shouldn't, crossing lines you swore you wouldn't, and discovering that sometimes the most dangerous love is the one that feels the most real.
8.4
I died on a filthy bed in a back-alley clinic.
I willingly sacrificed my own corneas so the Mafia man I loved could see the light of day again.
But my soul was forced to stay behind, watching another woman claim my sacrifice as her own.
Dante reclaimed his throne as the Mafia boss. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him, he unleashed his vengeance upon my family.
"Where the hell is she hiding?"
He shattered my brother's hands and drove my mother to her death. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already dead, convinced instead that I was just cowering from his wrath.
It wasn't until my medical records were thrown right in his face that Dante finally realized whose eyes he was using to look at the world.
The truth drove him completely insane.
He burned the whole world down just to beg for my forgiveness.
"Gianna, please wait for me!"