Stepbrother's Debt(3)

“No thanks.” She could manage all on her own with her bags.

“You’re pretty attached to your bags.” They walked up three flights of stairs until he pointed at a room. She glanced over the banister to see it was quite a fall down. It would just suit the mafia to throw people down stairs, breaking their necks. “What’s going on in your head?” he asked.

“Nothing.” There was no way in hell that she was going to be telling him exactly what she was thinking. He opened the door, and she walked past him, freezing when her body brushed across his.

Was he trying to make them touch?

The room was the size of their apartment right now. Paige placed her bags to the floor and moved toward the window which looked over the full garden. She spotted a man working in the rose bushes.

“That’s Ray. Be careful when you talk to him. He’ll talk your ear off about rose bushes for the next millennium.”

“Will do.”

“So, how come I’ve never seen you around school? How old are you?”

“I’m seventeen in three weeks.” She turned toward him, hating how close he was standing. “You don’t notice me because I’m not important enough to be noticed. How are you handling all this?” She quickly fired a question at him.

“All of what?”

“My mom, me, your father bringing in a new family? It must be hard for you.”

“Not at all. Your mother and yourself don’t register on my radar. My father comes and goes as he pleases.”

Paige didn’t wait to hear any more. She bent down and started going through her bags. As far as she was concerned she wouldn’t ever be on Donnie’s radar. She wanted out of this house and their life as soon as possible.

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Donnie closed the door, frowning. He’d not been lying when he asked why he hadn’t seen her around school. When his father told him that Richard Jones’s ex-wife and kid were coming to live with them, he’d done his research, just like his father wanted. What surprised him the most was the fact she’d never registered to him. He couldn’t even remember her. She was younger than he was, but there was no way a beauty like Paige would have been missed.

Even with her black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail he saw the glossy curls that would soften her features once let down. Her startling blue eyes saw way too much. He didn’t know if his father saw, but she had an idea of who they were.

Her body was another matter. Donnie loved full-figured women. He couldn’t get enough of their full tits, abundant curves, and generous body of flesh. He’d been fucking women since he was fourteen, and he’d come to see over the last four years that he liked a woman he could hold onto.

Slender women spent too much time moaning and groaning about his length whereas a woman with a nice rounded ass could take the pounding he liked to give. He was a master in the bedroom, but then, with his heritage, he was a master in all things.

Entering his father’s study, he found Anthony sitting behind his desk looking through a file.

“Do you have anything?”

Closing the door, Donnie took a seat in front of his father. “Nothing. She doesn’t like anyone touching her stuff.”

“It may have something in it from her father.”

“I don’t know. She knows who we are. You can see it in her eyes.”

“Sharon knows who we are. She’s not stupid, even though she likes to think I believe it.”

“Are you going to marry her?”

“Yes. It’ll keep her quiet. We know Richard Jones is dead, leaving behind a helpless mother and teenage daughter. Paige doesn’t know the truth.”

Donnie didn’t know the whole truth either. Truth be told, he didn’t want to know the whole truth. It was what set The Family, or the Mafia, as others liked to call them, apart. His father was one of the head families that made up the mafia, probably the most important man and Donnie, one day, would have to take his place.

“That’ll make her my stepsister.”

“Donnie, I don’t give a fuck what you have to do to get the information out of her. Sharon assures me that Paige was close to her father, more so than most. You’re not really related, so play on the whole stepbrother thing. It’s big now, the whole forbidden shit. Get me what I want to know or keep her occupied until you do.”

“I’m not going to fuck with a minor.”

“There are other ways of getting information out of women without screwing them.”

Donnie didn’t rise to the bait. There were times he was sure his father wanted him to snap just so Anthony would have a reason to cut him down. Being part of The Family meant he’d not had the easiest of upbringings. He was expected to fight to the death in order to protect what had been built over years of tough negotiations and wars.