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MY NEW STEPSISTER

GIOVANNI

“Hello?”

“Giovanni? It’s Papà.”

“I know, Papà. Your number displays when you call. What can I do for you now?”

“You can do what I asked of you in the first place.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh and tell him, “I have. Your stepdaughter landed safely three days ago. She’s here.”

“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?”

“No, I haven’t had time to babysit her. I’m a very busy man. You know that.”

“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.”

“That’s ridiculous. The doors are wide open. She’s free to come and go as she pleases.”

“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?”

“Fine. What is it that you want from me?”

“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.

“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.”

“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.

Ay,dio mio.

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 thong 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 fuck 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.

“Vito, the girl, did she say anything about going out? Did you get her a taxi or take her somewhere?”

“No, boss. I haven’t seen her since I showed her to her room. Is everything alright?”

“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.

“What are you doing?” I shout and she spins around to face me.

My body is suddenly taut with tension.

Holy shit, 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 ass 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.

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