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 6
Amy's POV
I remained in that room for a couple more hours, another plate of food was brought for me and I chewed through it not really tasting anything but swallowing it down anyways.
Eventually Madame Loretta came for me. She handed me that same blindfold again, I guess I was working with spare trust.
I accepted the blindfold and erupted around my eyes then she took my arm and pulled me out of the room. We kept walking for a while and occasionally I would bump into something she would curse in a deep accent. I don't know if it was targeted at me or the objects I bumped into but after a while she stopped and said.
"She's here, Boss."
By the time I tore off my blindfold Madame Loretta was gone and I was in what appeared to be a lounge. It was equipped with a poker table, and cushioned, plush sofas along with a small Crystal chandelier at the center.
Mr Moretti sat in one of the smaller sofas or perhaps it just shrank because of how tall he was.
There was a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses in the other he poured into both and then gestured for me to come closer. I did, then he told me.
"Take one..."referring to the glasses of whiskey, I gulped ironically even though I had worked as a bartender I wasn't the biggest fan of alcohol but something told me that this was a test Mr Moretti didn't look like the kind of man who just did things for the sake of so I took the whiskey and swallowed it in one gulp the burnt that rushed down my throat caused me to cough.
"You don't want to drink?" He asked me to pick up on it instantly. The burn was still in my throat when I responded back.
"No, I don't really have the stomach for alcohol."
"Well then I hope that you have a thicker skin for other things." He said then he told me to sit, turning his eyes to the spot next to him on the sofa, I took it without question. There was something about the way he spoke that made you want to listen to him even if you were also shivering with fear and anxiety.
As I was seated he pulled a small photograph out of his pocket and then handed it over to me pressing it into my palm I spread the photo so get a good look at the person that was on it there was a man, was not as handsome as Mr Moretti but he had a presence that seem to carry itself through the photograph his eyes were turned away from the camera is cigarette tucked between his lips and his hand shoved into his pocket.
"Who is this?" I asked, presuming that he was somebody important that Mr Moretti wanted me to know about. Mr Moretti tapped on the photograph.
"His name is Enzo Marino, a captain in the La Tigre Nera... There are talks about him being the next under boss but nothing is confirmed yet."
I could feel the parts of my fingers getting wet, things were becoming more real with every ticking second. This info that he was spilling out to me wasn't something that a normal civilian was supposed to know at least not intimately.
The realization of what I had agreed to was beginning to sip in but I didn't want panic to overtake me. I kept listening with a deep intensity as he gave me more details about the man in the picture until it felt like I had known him for a while.
I folded the picture when he finally got to the parts that involved me.
"The thing is Enzo has been a pain in my neck for a long while, a bit too long, now there has always been the option of killing him. But then I would have the La Tigre Nera on me and he's not worth that much trouble. And Enzo is smart despite appearances... He knows how to cover his tracks but I know with him it can't be anyone else."
The way he said this man's name, it rang with familiarity. It made me wonder if there was a time that they used to get along before things became like this. He noticed I was getting distracted in my own thoughts and snapped his fingers in my face forcing me to come back to the present.
"Did you understand what I want you to do?"
I was both embarrassed and scared at the same time I had to go to destruction while he was talking and now I had no idea what he needed me to do.
"Yes of course," I said to him, too afraid to admit that I had zoned off in the middle of the conversation without wanting to but it had happened anyway.
"Are you sure this is something you can do?" He asked, coming closer close enough that I had no other choice than to smell his cologne mixed with his natural masculine scent that made my head start to spin and my heart racing a little bit faster.
"I can," I assured him, still having no idea what he just asked me to do and beyond being afraid of what it could be when I would eventually find out, however it was better than telling him that I didn't hear him earlier.
"All right then..." He got up adjusting his shirt, "you have exactly one chance to prove that you are worth being kept like this if you fail then we will go back to the previous arrangement regardless of what you really want, do you understand, bunny?"
I still had no idea why he had given me that nickname but it was one of the many things I could not ask him but kept to myself.
I wore my blindfold again before madam Loretta came back to fetch me and all through the day I wondered just what I had agreed to and what would come next for me.
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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!"