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 4
Antonio's POV
"I don't want a toy that is already broken," I said, pulling her hands down as if her touch didn't burn in the most delicious way. "It's no fun,"
"I see." She said quietly, I moved past her successfully hiding the bulge in my pants as I dialed Madame Loretta on the intercom.
"Come take her away."
Before I do something I regret
The five minutes I waited for Madam Loretta felt longer than my three decades of life.
She arrived not a second too soon and took that woman away, the second she was out the door I could finally breathe and my bulge was finally relaxing.
Normally I'm not the type to be slaved by my base desires. That was for weaker men who decided with the head downstairs not THE Antonio Moretti.
It all started from the second that bastard Jeremy showed me her picture.
She was wearing this big, goofy smile that ran from one ear to the next wearing a one piece that evoked an immediate reaction from me. I already had more than enough women working for me and killing Jeremy was supposed to send a message.
But then I thought why not eat my cake and have it too?
Jeremy will eventually crawl back counting change and betting his life on the line again.
I accepted his offer, she walked into the hotel room and I sucked in a breath.
She looked way better than her pictures, and those were already devastating enough.
Jeremy slithered out of the room before she began to strip, keeping my hands to myself as she did so made me realize that this was probably how the people who found themselves at the other end of my gun felt.
Pure torture.
I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, crush her underneath myself and wear her out until she couldn't walk for days. The feeling was so intense I wondered if I had been drugged by an aphrodisiac, because I had never reacted to a woman this strongly before to the point that it almost threatened my sanity.
Then she came over and kissed me, confusing me for the bastard.
And I didn't care, I got into that kiss like it was nobody's business coating the inside of her mouth with my saliva, and I didn't want to stop there. I wanted to leave traces of myself all over her so that anyone that met her would know she was mine.
Fortunately my men stationed outside knocked her out before I snapped.
There was a bed in my study, I was supposed to have her tonight and get her out of my system. But the words she says and her touch on my neck kept repeating itself in my head.
I planted my hands on the table, taking deeper breaths than eventually shallow ones until I was able to straighten myself before one of my soldiers stepped in.
"Boss, it's about the new shipment..." I grabbed my quotes from my chair before he could finish, throwing it over my shoulders.
"Let's move, you can fill me in on the way."
Indeed, I am Antonio Moretti. Nothing and no one can sway me.
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"She refuses to eat?" I asked Madam Loretta, she had taken care of me ever since I was a boy running after my father's shadow, the closest thing to the mother I never had.
She nodded and I dropped my fork, the steak in my mouth losing taste instantly as I stared down at what still remained on my plate.
"She's been here for 3 days. Are you saying that she hasn't eaten a single morsel of food since then?"
Madam Loretta confirmed it with a nod, I raked my fingers through my hair watching everything complicated in front of me.
The plan I had drafted in my head was perfect: keep her here for a week, prepare her for the job ahead and then make sure I avoid her like the plague until she was gone out of sight and completely out of mind forever.
But now she was drawing attention to herself.
"Should I ask one of your soldiers to deal with her?" Madame Loretta suggested and the idea felt worse than the stake I was still chewing.
"No," I said a little more firmly than I intended to then cleared my throat steadying my voice, "I'll handle this personally,"
I should have known she would react extremely like this, after her entire world collapsed but usually I wasn't the one that had to deal with it. Why was I intentionally putting myself in a position where I had to be the one to handle it?
Even Madame Loretta made a confused face when I said I would handle it myself but of course she did not question me.
A few minutes later a soldier opened up the door of the room where she was kept underneath my mansion.
As soon as the door opened I heard the sound of glass shattering and one of the maids screamed. At the center of the chaos was that woman.
I could already tell what had happened from start to finish from what I was seeing. They had probably tried to force feed her and she had resisted, leading to the class of water she had shattered and one of the shards flying into it made like scraping past.
"Take her to doc," I said to the other maid without looking at either of them, my attention was completely fixed on the woman in front of me.
She had slimmed it down considerably in just 3 days, so much so that her collarbone was poking out and her cheeks had begun to sink in. I despised that it felt like a pinch in my heart to see her like that, she was just one of many my body needed to stop reacting to her like I was a teenager having his first crush.
When her eyes locked with mine she pulled out a smile that didn't reach her.
"You're here.... finally."
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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!"