Forbidden Love With My Mafia Step-Brother

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up in Mafia business. Then again, how much can you ever really know about someone? A man can smile at

ng age," he says evenly, his dark eyes flicking to

just some street-level gang affiliate; he's a mob boss. A man

s son differently if he knew he had become this? Or has

k into his jacket as if it's second nature, no different from someone tucking away a pen. "T

hem, but because I don't. He says it with the calm certai

slips out before I can stop myself.

orless. He looks back at me, his expr

eaking about," he says. Then he extends his

s shutter, that whatever relationship he once had with his fath

ing in my chest. Life, however, does not slow down. School is nearly over, an

liar motorcycle parked beneath the old oak tree

y boyfriend. Each time he returns, it feels like a spark reigni

extra bounce in my step, make my way to

me steals the a

ways found ways to make my life miserable, is pressed against him. They're kissin

eart shatterin

n me. Instead of shame or guilt, a smirk s

s if I've just walked in on him t

en find my voice. "Why wou

to silence as they notice what's happening. Phones appear, lenses c

aning lazily against the desk. "I got tired

icks in my throat. "I

orhood. She's fun, she's exciting... she's everything you're not." He leans in and plants another kiss on

hter. Daisy's voice rises

on that wraps around me like a suffocating cloak. I turn and walk out

eed to breathe. It overlooks the city, the chaos bel

there, seated on the stone ledg

ere," he says when hi

inking down beside him. The city hums beneath us, its li

lright," Baron sa

l issues." My voice is tight, t

le you so much." His attention shifts fully

the skyline, but I

eating on me," I admit. The words sting even as

ardens. "Daisy Simps

ugh escapes me. His choice of word

r meant to be yours,

throat tightens as I think of the nights I waited for Marcus's calls, the pro

lence speaks volumes. Without another word, he walks away, l

gold and crimson. I've wasted the entire day sitting on that balc

y. That's when I notice a crowd forming near the lockers. Voices overlap

pushes m

en I s

round him, their voices panicked. Daisy is there too, shri

beat him so bad he lost his

Whoever that guy is... no o

e pieces fall together. The timing. The rage in Ba

asn't

did

heart beats faster-not with fear, but with