Forbidden Love With My Mafia Step-Brother
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Chapter 7 Seven img
Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty One img
Chapter 22 Twenty Two img
Chapter 23 Twenty Three img
Chapter 24 Twenty Four img
Chapter 25 Twenty Five img
Chapter 26 Twenty Six img
Chapter 27 Twenty Seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty Eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty Nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty One img
Chapter 32 Thirty Two img
Chapter 33 Thirty Three img
Chapter 34 Thirty Four img
Chapter 35 Thirty Five img
Chapter 36 Thirty Six img
Chapter 37 Thirty Seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty Eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty Nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty One img
Chapter 42 Forty Two img
Chapter 43 Forty Three img
Chapter 44 Forty Four img
Chapter 45 Forty Five img
Chapter 46 Forty six img
Chapter 47 Forty Seven img
Chapter 48 Forty Eight img
Chapter 49 Forty Nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty One img
Chapter 52 Fifty Two img
Chapter 53 Fifty Three img
Chapter 54 Fifty Four img
Chapter 55 Fifty Five img
Chapter 56 Fifty Six img
Chapter 57 Fifty Seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty Eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty Nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
Chapter 61 Sixty One img
Chapter 62 Sixty Two img
Chapter 63 Sixty Three img
Chapter 64 Sixty Four img
Chapter 65 Sixty Five img
Chapter 66 Sixty Six img
Chapter 67 Sixty Seven img
Chapter 68 Sixty Eight img
Chapter 69 Sixty Nine img
Chapter 70 Seventy img
Chapter 71 Seventy One img
Chapter 72 Seventy Two img
Chapter 73 Seventy Three img
Chapter 74 Seventy Four img
Chapter 75 Seventy Five img
Chapter 76 Seventy Six img
Chapter 77 Seventy Seven img
Chapter 78 Seventy Eight img
Chapter 79 Seventy Nine img
Chapter 80 Eighty img
Chapter 81 Eighty One img
Chapter 82 Eighty Two img
Chapter 83 Eighty Three img
Chapter 84 Eighty Four img
Chapter 85 Eighty Five img
Chapter 86 Eighty Six img
Chapter 87 Eighty Seven img
Chapter 88 Eighty Eight img
Chapter 89 Eighty Nine img
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Chapter 4 Four

Alexa POV

The words hit me like a punch to the chest.

I just stare at Baron, my brain scrambling, trying to stitch together all the scraps I know about him, the impossible strength, the way he always shows up when I need saving, the shadows hiding behind his eyes. I thought I had him figured out. I was wrong.

"You can't be serious," I whisper, but my voice wobbles.

His jaw tightens. "I don't joke about things like this."

I swallow hard, my throat bone-dry. "You're not just some guy in a gang... are you?"

He doesn't blink. "I started young. And I rose fast. I'm not just part of the Mafia, Alexa. I run a faction of it, a few cities are under my power."

The air leaves my lungs in one harsh rush. He's not just in it. He's leading it. A mafia lord standing two feet away from me.

My fingers tremble against my sides."This..this is unbelievable!" I stutter "Does your dad know?"

Baron lets out a humorless laugh. "There are things better left unspoken between family." He tucks the gun back inside his jacket like we didn't just open Pandora's box, then extends his hand to me. "Let's go."

The gesture is cold, almost like a business transaction, but it says enough, whatever's between him and his father, it's not just about him remarrying, there's probably something more that has made their relationship fractured beyond repair.

I follow anyway, my thoughts a storm for now.

The next morning at school, I cling to everything normal like it's the only thing keeping me upright.

Lectures blur together, teachers' voices droning on like background static. My brain isn't here, it's replaying Baron's voice, over and over, the weight in his words when he told me.

And then, parked under the oak tree, I see it. A motorcycle I'd know anywhere.

Marcus.

My lips twitch into a smile before I can stop them. Despite everything, Marcus is back. We've been together forever, even if distance has chipped at us lately, he's always been my safe place, he was there when my father died and still used to drive towns over just to see me.

Seeing him should feel like a hug, like a reminder that I'm not alone.

I rush inside, weaving through the crowded hallway, heart lighter for the first time in days. I push open the classroom door and the floor drops out from under me.

Marcus isn't waiting. He's leaning against a desk, his hand cupping Daisy Simpson's cheek as he kisses her like I don't even exist.

I freeze in the doorway, breath snagging in my throat. Blood roars in my ears, drowning out the chatter.

They pull apart, and Marcus looks up, casual as ever, spotting me like he's been waiting for this exact moment. His lips twist into a smirk.

"Alexa," he says smoothly. Like nothing's wrong. Like he didn't just rip me open in front of everyone.

Daisy giggles, leaning against him, victory blazing in her eyes. She's hated me for years, now I know why.

My voice comes out cracked. "Why would you do this to us?"

More students file in, whispering, their phones already up, recording my humiliation. The sting burns worse than heartbreak.

Marcus shrugs, his voice slick with arrogance. "Stop being so dramatic, sweetheart. I got tired of you. I chose someone better."

The words slice clean through me.

"I thought you loved me," I choke out, fighting the tears rising hot and fast.

"Love you?" He laughs, loud and cruel, for everyone to hear. "Alexa, you're old news. Daisy lives close, and she's everything you'll never be."

Then, just to twist the knife, he pulls her back into a kiss. She giggles against his mouth, eyes locked on me. Triumph in the blue orbs

The room erupts with laughter and whispers.

I can't breathe. I can't stay here for one last moment

I spin and storm out, vision blurred, my chest splintering with every step.

The balcony is my refuge. The only place where the noise dies down when I wanted to think, when my father died years back, but it continued to be my safe space.

But when I shove open the door, he's already there.

Baron.

He's perched on the ledge like it belongs to him, staring out over the city. He glances at me once, his voice low, edged with amusement. "Strange seeing you here."

I let out a shaky exhale. "I could say the same, you're new you shouldn't be finding all my secret spots"

He shifts, tilting his head as I step closer. His eyes linger on me, steady and unreadable.

Hot.

"You don't look alright," he says finally, softer now.

I grip the railing, staring hard at the skyline so he won't see me falling apart. "I'm not. Just... dealing with some things."

"What things?" His tone isn't polite curiosity, it's expectation. He wants answers.

"My boyfriend." The word tastes bitter. "Marcus. He's cheating on me. With Daisy Simpson."

Baron snorts. "Daisy? I heard she was the school's street slut?"

A small, broken laugh escapes me, even as my chest tightens. "Yeah."

"Then he was never yours to begin with." he shrugs

I whip my head toward him, blinking back tears. "We've been together for years, Baron. Since the start of middle school. I thought he was the one."

Baron studies me, his jaw set. His next words are sharp. "What's his name?"

"Marcus."

The moment I say it, something shifts in his expression. He stands abruptly, stretches once, then strides to the door without another word.

"Baron?" I call, startled.

But he's gone.

I stay on that balcony for a few more hours, letting the sun sink, replaying every smile, every promise Marcus ever gave me, until each memory feels like glass cutting deeper.

By the time the final bell rings, I'm drained. I just want to go home, crawl under the covers, and disappear.

But the crowd near the lockers stops me cold. Students cluster tight, phones out, buzzing with whispers.

I push forward and I freeze.

Marcus.

He's slumped against the wall, his face wrecked, blood streaking, lip split, barely able to hold himself up. His friends hover, trying to help, while Daisy clings to his arm, eyes wide with shock.

"What happened?" someone asks.

"They say the masked guy jumped him," another whispers. "Beat him so bad he can't even talk now."

"Scary," someone else mutters. "Who knows who he'll go after next?"

The voices swirl around me, but my mind is already connecting the dots. The timing. The violence. The mask.

My stomach twists. I don't need proof.

I know who did this.

Baron did this.

            
            

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