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 5
Amy's POV
His eyes and their sharp intensity held me until he stood right in front of me, the already small room that only contained the bed I was sitting on right now seemed to shrink by a size or two before he spoke.
"Tell me something, what's your angle here?" He asked the amusement lost from his voice I could tell he was not playing around with me and a shiver ran down my spine but I steeled myself to remain bold and keep eye contact with him all these days that I have starved myself refusing food and any other form of sustenance was to get his attention if they wanted to sell me off for the highest price they couldn't do so if I looked half dead that's my hope at least his eyes carried me in patience in grieved in them but I cleared my throat and spoke up.
"The maids told me that you usually don't have a problem sleeping with the women you are going to use as hookers, that's what I want."
He scoffed, it sounded first though, "I've already told you that I have no interest in you and I'm using even more by your desperation."
I clenched my teeth, this was really going nowhere. It didn't look like he was going to budge.
"Then I won't work for you." I said plainly and there was a deadly glint in his eyes, he held my chin keeping my eyes on imprisoning me in his gaze.
"It seems you don't understand your situation clearly, bunny this isn't negotiation, your boyfriend sold you off like a second-hand car. And now I have 10 million that someone has to pay for, unfortunately that someone is you."
I swallowed the lump down my throat.
"And if I say no?"
His lips curled downwards, "you don't want to know what will happen if you say no,"
I found myself laughing even though it seemed like my life was hanging by a thread. It was really funny while I thought of it. I had loved a man viciously for the past 5 years giving him everything and anything.
There was never a moment of rest, while we were in college I was stuck between classes and the moment I stepped out of class it was right into a part-time job he moved in with me just two months into dating then paid the rent once and never again.
Any friend that didn't go about him being the best man in the world was cut off which means I was pretty much isolated by the time I graduated from college.
But I didn't care.
So what if I was losing the friends I had known for years here was my man who was willing to do anything and everything for me at least he said he would Jeremy was all about the promises and never about the action if we went by his promises alone translating them perfectly into reality we should be living in our own Villa in a gated community with five kids.
Now the dream I had chased for years had turned to be no more than a mirage.
It was all gone, it had been my everything, my reason for living.
I closed my eyelids.
"If you're going to take me out please just make it quick, put me out of my misery already."
He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a gun, raising it to the same level as my head. I could see this because my eyelids were not completely closed.
"Are you testing me? Do you think I won't pull this trigger if I want to?"The cold metal was now resting on my neck, pressed against the side. "I don't take well to people who try to test me and you should take my word for it when I say they always regret it. Do you want to be one of those people?"
"I don't want anything, it's clear that I was never supposed to be happy or have anything worth living for so you might as well just take me out now and put a stop to all my suffering so that I can finally be free."
Neither of us moved but I could still sense the shield coming from the gun the knowledge that anytime he might pull the trigger and that would be it the curtains would follow my life completely and it would all end there Jeremy would probably continue his own life no surprise that he might still end up in the same position where he had to sell me I wonder if he's going to toss away the woman who's with him now.
Clearly he doesn't know how to love just how to use and it was something I refused to see for so long until it brought me here.
The second stretched out like decades until finally I opened my eyes and so that he was staring straight at me finger on the trigger but he wasn't pulling it.
"How about we make a new deal, something that will not only clear off the 10 million debt but give you enough money to start your life fresh,"
I blinked rapidly before I could speak. He continued, "don't think I'm doing charity here, you're going to work for that money, just not the way I previously planned for you."
He pulled the gun away from my neck and then pushed it into his pocket concealing it once more.
"Madame Loretta I believe you remember her, she'll prepare you for tonight."
"What's happening tonight?""I asked my pulse, he hadn't even said what job he was going to make me do and honestly I was getting a bit frightened but at the same time I had been pushed too far for too long.
He turned his back to me.
"You'll find out soon and they will not be going back, do you understand?"
"Yes... I understand."
He looked over his shoulder.
"And eat your meals you need your strength for what is to come."
He left the room and as his steps faded into memory I leaned against the wall and asked myself what the heck I just agreed to.
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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!"