Forbidden Love With My Mafia Step-Brother

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s a few of my books, and I need to pick them

. Jackson are sitting together on the couch, talking quietly, b

t protective sternness of his. "I'l

dney's a nerd, Mom knows him-he wouldn't hurt a fly. The only

ance anyway. "Stay safe, Ale

ly, grab my purse from the cou

odney, but he doesn't answer. A second later, a text

That part of the trip is easy. The difficult part is hailing a cab, because Mr. Jackson built his m

ts through the air. It's high-pitched and desp

my curiosity is stronger. Carefully, I push through the bushes that divide t

and tug it open. A ladder leads dow

imb

with dust. A faint strip of light glows at th

ng. My hand brushes against the wall for

ill save you? I have men in every co

is standing in front of another man tied to

d desperately. "Please-I swear I've nev

"I'm tired of your excuses." He pulls out a

My hand presses against my

against a bottle on the ground.

e!" one of the

the in

atch, but a deep voice cuts through the chaos. "

I lift my hands and turn. Every

ne of them says,

be a spy.

ga

explodes through the room, burning my throat, making everyon

e," a low vo

e a figure dressed in black, face hidden

es against another exit. "Help me," he says

and I help him shove the planks aside. He kicks the door

to the tunnel, and slams the door shut. T

reathing heavily. "Sometimes I think you get you

me blink. That

?" I w

mask. His familia

l in me at once. "How did

new the Skull gang was moving through those tunnels ton

gang. "How do you know their name? You said i

s eyes flicker. Finally, he reaches

back. "Why do

you think I am. I belong to the Mafia. And what I'm