Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I wasn’t sure how much more of this I would be able to endure. My head was spinning 360 and my eyes felt entirely shut out from the rest of my body. The bright light up in the ceiling did absolutely nothing to help my condition, I felt like I was running in endless circles.

I grabbed my stomach and groaned as a wave of pain rippled through me for the hundredth time since I can remember. The floor had become my comfort for a day now. To think I thought Gladys was joking about not feeding me.

A day had passed and not even a drop of water had touched my tongue or the baby’s if it had one already and I was worried I was either going to pass out soon, have a miscarriage or even die. At least then I would be with Luciano. Me, him and the baby; we would all be together.

Occasionally, I took a glance at the camera, I knew Gladys was watching my every move. I was so sure she would be happy I was suffering and was probably seated glued to the camera waiting for me to utter a “I’m sorry” or “please” begging for some nutrient, but I wasn’t going to do that, I’d rather die.

That moment, the lights went off and for a second I thought I was actually dead. The room was dark and now I could cry if I wanted to from the pangs of hunger I was experiencing. I could do anything I wanted to knowing Gladys couldn’t see me.

Wait, I had survived. If the lights went off then it was nighttime and I was expected to sleep. I had survived an entire day without food and without pleading for mercy, strength from nowhere enveloped me and I got up from the floor.

Just then, the crank of a metal hitting against something attracted my attention and I moved closer to the window. What was going on? Was someone breaking in and trying to save me? A glimmer of hope returned to me and I had a half smile on my face.

“This same man,” I muttered to myself. It was the man from yesterday, one of Luciano’s men but this time with a box or rather boxes like someone was moving things or packing away. What in the world was going on? Maybe because Luciano is dead, they’re packing his things or their things away.

Or not!

A shadow flashed past my eyes and I noticed an additional person, I hadn’t seen him the previous day. He was standing with arms akimbo, the only one without a box in hand; same height, hair and body structure, he looked so familiar. Was I dreaming? Was this? Was he?

“Luciano, Luciano,” I screamed without thinking. It had to be him, it just had to be him.

“Luciano, Luciano,” I kept on screaming and banging on the window hoping he’d at least turn and see me. But all he did was stand there and keep dishing out what I presumed to be orders.

He seemed in a hurry, his mouth moving faster than I had ever seen. Not once did he turn in my direction, but I kept on shouting with every ounce of strength left in me. Every last drop of energy I had left in me was pushed into banging the window and screams of his name.

“No, no, no, no, no,” I cried and kept on screaming with each scream getting lesser than the last as I crashed down against the wall. And then with one last push, I screamed “Luciano!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I rejoiced internally as I was exhausted. His head was turning in my direction! And then the door opened, the door just had to open at that moment.

“No, no,” I screamed as two men came to hold either sides of my arms.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, no,” I screamed and pushed with newly found strength but not even my strong self could have held out against them.

“Luciano, Luciano,” I kept on screaming as they dragged me out of the room with my hands waving hoping he’d probably see that. “Luciano,” I screamed until I was out of breath.

“Oh will you shit up already?” One of the men whined as I continued to resist.

“How dare you?” I kicked, twisted and turned to no avail. I wanted to slap him right across the cheek for dragging me in such manner.

“Luciano is alive, Luciano is alive, he needs to know I am too,” my subconscious kept poking at me. How could this happen?

“Luciano, Luciano,” the shout continued as they continued the struggle to move me out of the room.

“I’ve had enough,” the second guard screamed in anger.

A handkerchief came down over my face covering my nose and mouth. It reeked of a very bad stench, almost like it had been dipped into a very nasty toilet.

Shite! I felt like I would throw up anytime soon if this cloth wasn’t taken off my mouth.

“Take it off,” I mumbled, still kicking and now almost crying. My voice came out as barely a tiny whisper. “Take it off.”

Soon, I was out of the room. The stench made it extremely hard to resist the men, my body gave in and they carried me out of the room completely.

Once out, the handkerchief came off my mouth. I could breath again, it felt like I was trapped the entire time.

“Oh no,” I said aloud knowing what was coming next.

The next thing, vomit was rushing out of my mouth and unto the man. His knees down to his shoes were full of my vomit. I was both happy and sad, happy because he deserved it and even worse. Sad because now my stomach was going to feel even more empty.

“This bitch!” The man screamed immediately he realised what had happened.

“I swear I’ll kill you,” he cursed and I saw his right leg swinging in my direction with full force.