Owned By My Mafia Stepbrother

Elena The car pulled up in front of one of the most beautiful houses my eyes have ever laid eyes on. I didn't try to hide away my astonishment at the sight of it. I paid the driver his fee, got my bags out, and headed in. Getting to the entrance door was that hard for me. I pressed on the doorbell and anticipatingly and nervously awaited the face of my mother. Memories of the decision I took coming here flashed before me. New York isn't anything new to me but seeing myself here after three years felt different. Mother had moved out of her old house so it was no longer a fifteen minutes drive from the airport. The least she could do was pick me up but she didn't care to call and ask neither did she drop a message apart from the new address she sent. Maybe I shouldn't have blurted about my new job in New York to her. She wouldn't have offered me her house to stay in. It's not like visiting my mom was anything new. The last time I visited was three years ago when I was 19. Now I was going to clock 22 soon and done with college in Logistics and supply chain management and got a job offer in New York. And that was the reason why I was here in New York. To stay with her. My parents separated six years ago Back then every single day was a fighting day. They always have one thing or the other to blame themselves about. My mother comes from a wealthy family while my father was a man from an average family. I didn't know how they ended up getting married but I grew up to see how my mother brags about how much change she had brought to the family because of her good fortune. I was more closer to my father. He owned a small cafe here in Philadelphia where we lived. Whenever I return from school, I will branch there and help him while my mother isn't always available. Going from one event to another. The day their marriage ended was when Father lost his cafe to the government. Mother didn't want to stay with a jobless man any longer. She asked for a divorce and father gave it to her. I was asked who I wanted to be with, and I chose him because he had sacrificed a lot for me even with his financial situation. A few months later, she got married again into a family of her own class. With a stepson. I still get in touch with her mostly once in a blue moon. And now I was going to stay with her for a few months before I save up money and get an apartment of mine. "I'm proud to have a daughter like you who doesn't resent her mother even after separation." I recalled my father's last words before I left Philadelphia. To be honest, I was only pretending not to be bothered about how my stay would be at my mother's place. No matter how much I look at the good side I know for a fact that my relationship with my father was better than the one I had with her. But I didn't want him to get worried which was why I was acting all strong on the outside. Both of them knew how I am when it comes to their matter. Whenever they start arguing, I either pretend to be listening to music or even leave the house to get some fresh air. I have never accused anyone of them. Though I blame her for whatever made them separated. She never really loved him enough to want to stick with him through thick and thin. She only uses her status to look down on him. I guess as we fall in love quickly, we also fall out of love quickly. That was the case for my parents. I had already take on the new journey. There was no going back. I have promised to work harder and take care of my father. So I am doing it partly for him and partly for myself. I sent a quick text to Father that I had arrived at my destination. I wasn't trying to brag but I know I have the best father in the world. He had sent me a lot heartfelt messages on my new life journey. That didn't stop there, he sent some money too. Tell me why I wouldn't want to work hard to pay back all the sacrifices. My journey was smooth because the plane ticket was being paid off by mother coming from a mother of class who wants everything to be perfect in her life. Different thoughts ran through my mind about how my stay would be in my mother's new house with her new family. Would her stepson treat me well? Would he like me around? I was about to press on the doorbell, my patience wearing thin when the door finally opened, the first thing my eyes were greeted with was a naked chest covered with tattoos and dark eyes that unexpectedly burned holes in my head putting my heart into flames of fast beating. My mouth felt dry as I tried to form the words out. The male species standing in front of me looked like someone who came out from the oven freshly baked. Because what's with the dripping water from his disheveled hair and striking skin that looks so perfect for a human being? The way his eyes raked my body from head down didn't fail to make a bit of shiver ran down my spine. I know I didn't have anything on my face or body so why the intense look? I mustered up and marched forward. "Hi, I'm here to see Mrs. Erica. I'm Elena, her daughter." I went as much as to introduce myself but the next thing that happened didn't only confuse me, it sent shivers down my spine. What in hell just happened?