Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

LUCIANO’S POV

I opened my eyes gently and a frown immediately formed on my face when I realized I was in a strange room.

The room had mats on the wall which looked really weird. There was one ceiling fan but it wasn’t working. The paint was old and from the corners, I could see cobwebs. There was nothing modern about the room and it had this smell-like a place that’s been abandoned.

Every other thing looked strange but what was worse was how strange I felt. I looked around and then I started feeling pains on different parts of my body. I growled loudly as I tried to sit up. My eyes fell to my hands and saw that I was on drip.

I growled again and took off the needle from my hand. I tossed it to the floor and stood to my feet. I staggered at first but I sniffed out whatever was in my nostrils.

I really couldn’t imagine who could be living in a place this wretched and barely well kept. I looked at my hand where I removed the needle from and there was a little blood welling there. I ignored it and turned around searching for anything. I ransacked everywhere searching for anything. Maybe a weapon? I just knew that I had to get my hands on something as fast as possible.

I scattered the table and used my hands to push down the heap of clothes there when I found a gun. I quickly grabbed it and raised it. I tried walking to the door but I was so weak and I could barely move.

I remained there with the gun and just pointed it at the door. I waited for the door to open and moment, it flew open I pointed the gun waiting to shoot. I waited to see who it was and it was a woman.

“You’re awake.” The middle aged woman walked inside carrying a pint of blood and some clothes. I frowned at her cause she didn’t seem startled that I was pointing a gun at her. Who the hell is she?”

She chuckled lightly and when she noticed the look on my face she paused. “Oh that!” she blurted. “I emptied the gun cause my son said you’d wake up like that. I guess he was right after all.”

“Who?” I managed to ask. “Who the hell is he?”

“Just someone who hates you. Now sit your ass down so I can clean you up.” She took a step forward and closed the gap between us. I immediately held her throat in an attempt to choke her.

“Tell me the fucking truth. Who are you?” my voice was hoarse and despite being so angy, I managed to firmly hold her throat as she wriggled.

“Okay.. okay.. let go of me.. okay.. I uh-I was in Massimo’s house when the fight started. I was going to steal from him but as I heard people running.. you were the only miserable person alive.”

I swallowed hard and let go of her throat. She coughed and then held her throat as she growled.

“And the other wounds?” I asked her. “How did I get them?”

“I couldn’t crack the safe no matter how hard I tried. The house gave a warning sound. We ran as fast we could but before we could get far, it blew up and the car I stole tumbled.”

I remained calm listening to her story as I imagined all the gruesome things.

“You weren’t wearing your seatbelt. I had to run from the police at all cost so I dragged you through glass till I found a hideout.”

I gritted my teeth as I imagined the way it happened. I looked at my body and it was a perfect evidence showing that her story matched with the injuries on my body.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I swallowed hard as I looked at myself. The cuts all over my body, the bruises and the plasters all made her story believable. I knew it wasn’t any minor accident that had me covered in numerous stitches and bandages.

“You weigh like an animal. Too much weight for a child your age,” she added. I looked up to look at her face and she gave a kind smile. “Seat back so I can clean you up,” she said again. “I’m Selena.”

I only gave a small nod in response.

“I saw everything,” she said as she touched my bandage. “I saw how broken Massimo looked when he stabbed you. “He looked really broken. Are you both siblings?”

Unsure of what her aim was, I swallowed hard. “What’s today?” I asked ignoring most of the things she said.

“Friday,” she responded and my jaw dropped. I just realized I’ve been out for four days.

“I stole some money to buy you blood and some essentials. I couldn’t take you to the hospital cause one of your friends stayed back and said you can’t go to a hospital.” She paused as she tried to read the expression on my face.

“You don’t have to worry. I qualify as a nurse.. I just happened to lose my job because of some asshole. I was working a nightshift and suddenly, this politician groped me. I slapped him hard and that caused me to lose my job.” She held out an injection in one hand while grabbing a cotton wool in the other hand.

I tried to move away and at that instant she used the needle to stab me. “Its for your good,” she told me as I growled. “You’ll feel way better when you wake up, I assure you.”

She took a step back and I just tried to be calm. I suddenly started feeling dizzy and I knew it was the drugs she gave me.

I looked at her and a small smile tugged on her lips.

“I’ll kill you when I wake up,” I told her and the smiled on her face widened.

“You look like a good child.”