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 3
Amy's pov
He was right behind me, so close that his hot breath brushed my ear when he spoke and his body heat transferred over to mine through the tissue fabric I had on.
I jerked away as if I had been electrocuted, turning around to face him.
"It's you."
As I had rightfully expected, the man behind me was the same pervert from the hotel.
He walked over without an ounce of rush in his steps, and for some reason his blue eyes pinned me down. I couldn't dare to move. I was struggling to even breathe.
His fingers reached under my chin, tipping my head up.
"Your pictures do you no justice, all perhaps Jeremy is just as useless at photography as he is at gambling," he said Jeremy's name with such familiarity, does that mean that he wasn't working with the casino.
"What do you want from me? Why did you kidnap me?"
"Kidnap?" He returned the word back to me as if that was the first time he heard it. He held my arm firm but not painful, however I couldn't even dream of breaking out of his grip.
He went with me towards the table, then his hands began to scan around the orderly mess before peeling documents from it all.
"Read it," he said in a commanding voice, thrusting the document into my hands.
I took it, then my eyes went wide.
"What is this?"
"It's called an exchange, bunny." He said then he sat at the corner of the table pulling me close until I was between his legs.
"Jeremy owed me a lot of money, he was a frequent one at my casinos. Eventually he managed to rack up a 10 million dollar debt. That's impressive, even for him. Of course it was now at an amount that could only be paid with a life so he decided..." he leaned forward and pulled me even closer. "... That it wouldn't be his life, he handed you over on a silver platter luring you to the hotel so I could see if you were worth it."
"That's not true..." I said even though deep down underneath all of my denial my sense of reason that I had suppressed ever since I started dating Jeremy told me it was.
"Jeremy would never do this to me, we've been together for 5 years...once everything settled we were going to get married!"
He shrugged his shoulders, powerful muscles moving his black button down shirt.
"It doesn't really matter what you believe or not," he said, then when he saw my face shimmering with tears he coughed, "however there's no harm in drilling it in that you have no choice here."
He fished his phone out of his pocket while still casually holding me in an iron grip. When the person on the other side answered he placed it on speaker.
"Mr Moretti, I hope you're enjoying your package," Jeremy's voice came through, "I'm glad you took her even though she's not that much to look at if I'm being honest."
My mouth fell open when I couldn't speak, Mr Moretti didn't have that issue.
"Just keep your slimy feet out of my casinos if you know what's good for you." He sounded very laid back but serious enough to tell you that he wasn't giving an empty threat.
"Don't worry boss, this time I'll be coming with cash and -"
"Sweetheart, come to bed!" A woman's voice came through from the background loud and demanding.
"I'll be there in a moment, honey...have you put Lucas to bed?"
"Yes, now get over here!"
The more I listened to the more I listened the more it felt like the ground on the needs of my feet was peeling away.
If it wasn't for Mr Moretti holding my hand I would have collapsed right there and then.
He ended the call with Jeremy.
"Still having doubts?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow then reached up to curl my hair around his finger.
"From the look on your face I'm guessing you didn't know anything," he stated frankly then went ahead to explain everything.
3 years ago Jeremy had a one night stand, she got pregnant and they've been raising their son together. The woman either doesn't know that they are others in the picture or she doesn't care. Either way he had proposed a year ago and they had a simple court marriage.
As I listened to Mr Moretti I lined up the dates and it clicked precisely with the times that he had to 'go on a trip with friends' or 'visit family'
And as for the inheritance from my grandma he blew it all in one night, didn't even win a single game.
The fairy tale I had built in my head collapsed one card after another until it was just a rubble of dreams.
"So what are you going to do with me now?" I asked, feeling numb inside as he continued to fiddle with my hair. "Will you kill me in his place?"
He paused then lowered his hand to my waist.
"Now why would I do that? It would be such a waste."
He got up, rubbing his fingers on the thin fabric. It felt like he was touching me directly.
"From now on you work for me, pleasing the men I ask you to until you pay off all the debt."
I chuckled, and couldn't help it. He seemed surprised. Of course he was shocked. Who wouldn't be if someone was laughing in this situation?
"Until I pay the money off...so basically I'll be working for the rest of my life?"
"Not exactly, but I've hardly ever seen any of the women leave once they dipped their legs into the job."
In that moment I saw that I had a choice, I could either be swept away by the storm or surf it.
Tentatively I reached up, wrapping my fingers around his neck.
"I was actually a virgin before I met my boyfriend, someone will have to teach me how to please men."
The corner of his lips tugged.
"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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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!"