Claimed By My Stepbrother
Prolong
What am I supposed to do with some spoiled American girl?
When my father asked me if I would let my new stepsister come to Italy to stay at my compound, I considered telling him no. When he added that he expected me to act as her tour guide, I almost hung up. Almost.
The problem is that family means everything to me. If it wasn’t for my father passing the torch to me, I wouldn’t be where I am now—the youngest boss in the history of the Gallucci crime family.
So I do my part. I have my best man pick her up at the airport and instruct him to give her anything she needs and take her anywhere she wants to go. What more can my father expect from me? He knows what this job entails. I don’t have time to babysit a teenage girl. That thought alone is laughable.
Well, it was…until I see her.
I lay my eyes on Gabby and immediately know I’ll do anything for her. She looks so lost and so innocent that my protective instincts kick right in. Where I come from, we protect our women. She’ll know what it’s like to have a real man look after her.
But our parents and my enemies threaten to keep us apart. No matter. She was always meant to be mine. My wife. The mother of my kids.
Letting her go is not an option. If anyone thinks otherwise, tough luck.
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After I watched My Fault
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CBMS 1
ML Father
“Giovanni? It’s Papà.”
Giovanni [ML]
“I know, Papà. Your number displays when you call. What can I do for you now?”
ML Father
“You can do what I asked of you in the first place.”
Giovanni [ML]
“I have. Your stepdaughter landed safely three days ago. She’s here.”
ML Father
“I know she’s there. I didn’t ask you to verify that she landed in Italy. I asked you to show her the countryside, to teach her the culture, to help her explore. Have you done any of that?”
Giovanni [ML]
“No, I haven’t had time to babysit her. I’m a very busy man. You know that.”
ML Father
“Well, she called her mother and told her that she feels like a prisoner in your house. What kind of impression are you making? She thinks you’re holding her captive.”
Giovanni [ML]
“That’s ridiculous. The doors are wide open. She’s free to come and go as she pleases.”
ML Father
“Go where? Go how? The girl has no real-world experience. She’s never called a cab in America. Do you think she’ll find her own way around a foreign country?”
Giovanni [ML]
“Fine. What is it that you want from me?”
ML Father
“I want you to do what you agreed to do. If you weren’t going to help me, you should have told me before I flew her there.”
I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. This is what I get for trying to be a good sport. I didn’t want this girl in my house. I’m on the cusp of making the biggest business move of my life. I don’t need any distractions, but he’s my father and family comes first…always.
Giovanni [ML]
“Alright, I’ll go and talk to her. We’ll make some plans. Maybe I’ll have some of the guys introduce her to some girls she can hang around with.”
ML Father
“Good. Thank you, Giovanni. Please don’t let me down.”
I hang up the phone and march across the complex to the wing where the girl is staying. I’d asked Vito to put her as far away from me as possible. This little brat is gonna get a piece of my mind. Does she have any idea who she’s screwing with here? In my business, we don’t take kindly to snitches. Not even when they’re little girls tattling to their mothers.
When I reach her room, I grab the doorknob and throw open the door. I don’t knock on my own house. I’m ready to lay into her, but I look around and see that she isn't here.
The room looks like it was hit by a tornado, with clothes strewn from one end to the other. As I take in the scene, I spy a tiny red ***** laying on the bed. Maybe mommy’s little girl isn’t so innocent after all. Maybe… Shit, I don’t even want to think about it. She’s technically my sister now.
I cover the entire wing, the gardens, and the pool, but this girl is nowhere. Where the f*ck is she?Maybe she decided to climb the wall and make her escape from my prison, I think, shaking my head. With no other options, I call Vito.
Giovanni [ML]
“Vito, the girl, did she say anything about going out? Did you get her a taxi or take her somewhere?”
Vito
“No, boss. I haven’t seen her since I showed her to her room. Is everything alright?”
Giovanni [ML]
“Yeah, it’s okay. I’ll handle it.”
I disconnect the call and hear pots rattling behind the kitchen door. I open it and see my new stepsister wading through a sea of dirty pots, flour-covered countertops, and tomato sauce-covered utensils.
My body is suddenly taut with tension.
Holy sh*t, she’s a stunner. In my life, I’ve witnessed piles of cash taller than this girl, amazing sunsets from the decks of yachts that cost more than houses, and even a dead body or two, but this is the first time that anything or anyone has rendered me speechless.
She’s wearing a tiny pair of cut-off shorts that barely cover her *** and a white t-shirt tied at the waist that does little to conceal her big, braless breasts. She has the face of an angel framed with silky, auburn hair, but that body looks like it was made for days and days of endless pleasure. She looks exactly what she is—a forbidden fruit.
CBMS 2
At this moment, a glimpse of a future with her flashes before my eyes. I’ve spent my life committed to my bachelor status, but she’s the kind of girl that could make me change my mind. Or maybe…she already has. I’m thinking too damn much and my body is going haywire. I discreetly rub my sweaty palms on my trousers and adjust the inseam. She’s my stepsister, after all. I have to keep it cool.
Giovanni [ML]
“Are you Gabrielle?”
Realizing instantly that it was a stupid question. I can’t just stand her staring at her. I have to say something to break the ice…and ignore that swelling against my zipper.
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“Why? Do you have other girls in other wings I should know about?”
Giovanni [ML]
“Be nice, Princess"
She may have me tied in knots, but I’m still the boss.
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“Yes, I’m Gabrielle.Gabby. You must be Giovanni. I didn’t think our paths would ever cross.”
She approaches me with her arms outstretched, and I wait for her to wrap them around my neck before pulling her body against mine.
She smells like vanilla cream mixed with berries, and it takes all the strength I have to keep from helping myself for a taste. She’s my little stepsister, which makes her off-limits. She’s hugging me because that’s the family thing to do, but this little touch short-circuits my brain. It doesn’t stop my mind from flipping through images of all the dirty things I’d like to do to her.
Giovanni [ML]
“What are you doing in here?”
Trying to wash away the dirty images before my c*ck creeps up her leg all on its own.
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“I’m cooking. I got bored so I figured I’d make some food.”
Giovanni [ML]
“We have a cook, and my staff can pick up take-out for you from anywhere you’d like.”
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“I know, but I wanted to try this on my own"
Giovanni [ML]
“What are you making, exactly?”
I pluck a ball of wet dough from the counter.
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“Spaghetti Bolognese.”
She looks at the mess and does her best to look confident about her abilities, but she fails.
Giovanni [ML]
“Spaghetti what?”
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“Spaghetti Bolognese.Why?”
I can’t hide the smirk on my face. She really does need to get out and experience some Italian culture or next she’ll be ordering cans of SpaghettiOs.
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“What’s so funny?”
She asks but I shake it off, remembering the reason I was looking for her in the first place.
Giovanni [ML]
“I’ll tell you what isn’t funny, little girl. You don’t go behind my back to complain about me to… to the parents. I’m the boss here, and if you have a problem, you come to me. You tell me upfront. Is that clear?”
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“So, I’m not allowed to tell my mother about how you’ve completely ignored me since I got here?”
The way she stiffens up and tries to look tough at all of five-foot-two is adorable, but I have a point to make so I step over to her and stare down into her eyes. She breathes out deeply, waiting for my response. I linger, looming for just a few seconds longer before wrapping my hands around her upper arms and grazing her skin with my thumb. Her eyes grow wide as the color washes out of her face. Her breath quickens and I steal a quick glance at her tits as they rise and fall under her sheer shirt.
Giovanni [ML]
“I’m the boss, Princess. If you want something, you come to me. Clear?”
Wide-eyed and practically panting, she nods her head.
Giovanni [ML]
“Good. Now, go get dressed for dinner. It’s time you had a traditional Italian meal.”
Gabrielle/Gabby [FL]
“But what about this?” gazing at the mess she’s created.
Giovanni [ML]
“We’ll burn it down and build a new kitchen. I said go get dressed.”
Without thinking, I reach out and slap her square on the a@s. She practically leaps out of her skin and puts her hand on her butt. She looks back at me with red cheeks and a sheepish grin then rushes out the door.
This sweet little thing is barely legal. I could be her father, and yet I could see myself investing a whole lot of my time and energy into her. Maybe I shouldn’t have put my hands on her like that. You know, the whole playing with fire thing. But I tell myself there’s no law against playing with forbidden fruit as long as you don’t eat it.
I almost laughed out loud. Who am I kidding? I don’t just want to play with her. I want to consume her. Make her know she belongs to only me…because she will.
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