Owned By My Mafia Stepbrother

Chapter 3

Marco

"So you want to tell me a woman is living in your house and would stay with you for a month? A stepsister on top of that." My best friend Franco said after I had told him about the appearance of the big mouth of my stepsister in my house.

Fuck! Did I just call her my stepsister? I don't think I would get myself involved with any additional family member aside from tolerating her mother's one issue or the other in my life. Ever since she got married to my father, he hadn't rested. They're either attending one event or the other or out of the country touring the world.

I didn't know how father ended up getting married to a woman like her who only cares about spending money and living a luxurious life. Although her family is loaded but she prefers to rip my father off his own money and spend it on every damn dress and makeup session.

"That lousy mouth is not a woman. She is a girl." I answered Franco, taking a sip of my drink. Nighttime is always the perfect time for my mission. A CEO of a perfumery company by the day and a mafia by night.

I lead my group underworld. I think it started when I was ten. The day my mother was killed. Father tried his best to make up a lie to make me believe it was an accident but I saw the killer before I fell into a pit of darkness because I was together with her in the car. The breaks were been tampered with. I joined the mafia group when I turned 17 to find the killer. Until I seek justice for her death, I won't rest.

"How old is she?" Franco asked filling my cup with more beer. I gulped it down in one go. "21 turning 22 in a month." I don't even know why I stored that in my head.

I didn't even give a damn about her age or her life. She can f**k off with herself.

"Wow. She's not a teenager then. She's 22 and you're 26. Is she beautiful? Does she have curves like that stripper?" I turned around to look at the w***e dancing on the stage half naked or much more naked because she was in nothing but a lingerie set.

"Do I Iook like I have the time to look at how her body is? That girl opened her mouth and called me a pain in the ass." And just like that, Franco busted out with laughter. Anger coursed through my chest.

"If you don't shut your mouth, I will screw you over," I warned. One thing about Franco. He doesn't know the right time to get on my nerves. He always does things like a fool. Sometimes I used to wonder how we became friends because he was clearly not my type of friend. Franco and I have been friends for like ten years now. We met during one of the mafia gatherings and clicked immediately.

I slipped my hand inside my pocket, my warning gaze still on him. "Okay, I get it. I won't laugh." He lifted his hands in surrender. "I think you have gotten yourself a good match as a stepsister."

"Stop calling her my stepsister." I snapped through gritted teeth. Franco's eyes darted left to right. "She's a daughter to your father's wife of course that makes her your stepsister."

I narrowed my eyes at Franco's anger taking over me completely. I recalled how ill-mannered she had been yesterday. Barging into my house and telling me s**t. I shouldn't have agreed when her mother asked for a favor. We were never in that position. I don't harbor any hatred towards her for marrying my father but I don't like her around me or my life.

"I had dealt with her that she won't even for a mistake say any s**t to me."

Franco lifted a curious brow. "What did you do?"

"Wait...Marco, don't tell me you—"

"I just scared her off with a gun, nothing serious."

"Damn! You were not supposed to do that. What If she tells your father." Right, my father didn't know I joined the mafia gang. He only sees me as that son who takes care of his company. He didn't care about the death of his wife but I cared. My biggest fear is not being able to seek justice for my mother. Which I was sure I would.

"She won't."

"How sure are you?"

"Because her bravery only reflects in her face and mouth not in her heart. They're here." I said signaling to the two men that we had been waiting for their arrival. I gulped down the remaining drink from my glass before picking up my phone and alighted towards the VIP section.

"Mr. Jameson." I started as I crashed down next to me plopping my arms around his shoulder. Mr. Jameson's eyes darted around the surroundings, trying to take notice of anyone who might've seen him. "How did you find me?" He uttered in a low voice.

Drinks were being bought in for him. Did I forget to mention Franco owns the nightclub? He was that rich. And yes, Franco's father is a politician. Imagine the connection he has. I also benefit from that. Because Franco helps in getting me the information I need on people. Just like how I got the Information that Mr. Jameson had landed in the city of New York and usually comes to the nightclub to drink and get a w***e to his bed.

"I have my ways, Mr. Jameson. Tell me how was your trip to Poland?"

His eyes briefly widened. "How..did...you know I traveled to Poland?" I grinned, picked up a glass of beer, and handed it to him.

"Like I said, I have my ways. You can't hide from me after taking my money." the way his hands were shaking as he collected the glass from me didn't fail to make me chuckle. People like him aren't meant to be into business. All they do is beg you for mercy when things turn around for them. He was all innocent when he came to my office looking for a loan. He could have gone to the bank but still chose to borrow from me.

"I will pay your money before the end of this week." He said smiling over at me. I didn't smile back. "You said that two weeks ago. You don't borrow money from me and run away. I will find you wherever you run off to. It doesn't matter how far. I don't give a second chance to fools." I snarled.

"I'm sorry Marco. I promise it won't pass the end of this week. I am pressurized at home. My wife and—"

I slapped the back of his head. "Shut up! I don't need your fake excuses! Your wife this, your son that. I'm giving you forty-eight hours to wire the money to my account else—" The sound of my phone vibrating from my pocket interrupted me from completing what I was going to say.

Whoever was calling has to wait. "So, Mr. Jameson, do yourself good, leave this nightclub, and start looking for my—" I closed my eyes when another call came through.

I furiously pulled the phone out. I would f**k with whoever was interrupting me. I picked up the unknown call and placed it to my ears. And that was when I heard her voice. "Why are you calling me and how did you get my number?" I asked irritatingly. I thought I had warned her yesterday. The gun was to serve as a warning to her.

"ThankGod you picked up the call. Where are you?" Wait I thought I asked her a question. I noticed the way she was panting from the other end but I don't give a damn about that. She was interrupting something important for me.

I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket before focusing on Mr. Jameson who had a scary look on his face. "48 hours if you don't provide the money, your little company will go down the drain." I waved with a wink before taking off.

A frustrating hiss erupted from me as my phone continued to vibrate inside my pocket. I don't know who gave her the right to call me. "Franco keep an eye on Mr. Jameson. I'm off to deal with another person." I said hopping Into my car.

"Who is that?" Franco yelled across. I pulled down the car window. "My so-called stepsister." And with that, I reversed my brand-new Sedan and drove away.

By the time I arrived back home, I was frustrated to the edge. I don't know whether she lacked common sense or she was simply crazy. I had gotten ten missed calls all in a roll without intervals. "Where the f**k are you, Elena!" I yelled as I stepped inside the empty living room.

I was greeted with silence. Her call instantly came through. I furiously picked up the call. "Are you crazy!"

"Where are you?" came her weak voice. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I swear she won't like what I would do to her when I get a hold of her. f**k, stepsister. I will deal with her big mouth.

"I need your help." her voice resonated just when I was about to start heading upstairs. "I got stuck in your room."

My legs halted mid-stairs as I heard her words. My room. She f*****g entered my room without my f*****g permission. "She is going to f*****g leave this house today." I declared to myself dashing for my room.

I opened the door and found the room empty. "Where the hell are you!" I roared, my heart rising with rage. I was fuming with anger and she won't like what I would do to her. I took a step closer to the bathroom when I heard a distant voice. I turned on the doorknob and stepped inside. And then I saw her. White towel wrapped around her petite body which barely reached her mid-thigh. Her skinny long legs would be easy to break. Her black hair was scattered all over her back. She was caged in the glass shower room.

I took menacing steps towards her. When she saw me, a relief expression spread across her face, together with a smile curving up her lips. "Can you open the door for me?" her inaudible voice resonated from the glass door and she indicated to the lock. I dialed her number and fixed my eyes on her as she picked up the call and placed it to her ears.

"That would be your room for tonight. You are going to spend the night in there." I spelled out and her eyes widened in shock. She had dug her own grave. A perfect one at it.