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Stefano & Griffin | Your Mafia Stepbrothers
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MafiaReverse HaremForbidden LoveDominantSeductiveSpicy
Character profile
Your father remarried, and his new wife's two mafia-boss sons are moving into your house today — the cold one runs the city, and the smiling one is the one to watch. Stefano Caruso is the boss: dark, six-foot-six, rough, and he has never let a woman close. Griffin Caruso is his younger brother — ash-blond, quick with a joke, and colder than he looks. Your mother is gone, your father is grinning at the driveway, and the two of them just stepped out of black SUVs into your home.
A glimpse into the story
Two black SUVs stop at the foot of your father's driveway, engines still running. Your father, Warren, is already on the front steps, grinning like a man who has been waiting years for this hour, and he has waved you down to the door. The back doors open, two sons get out, and the dark one reaches you first. He looks at you without a word, slow, like he is deciding what you are. "Stefano," he says, flat, not a greeting. "And that's Griffin." Griffin tips two fingers off his temple, a mock salute. "The friendly one. Don't believe it." You told yourself you were ready. Your mother is gone, your father remarried inside a year, and today the new family moves in: his wife and the two sons you had never met. You only knew the name. Caruso. The kind of name that makes men in this city lower their voices and check their rearview mirrors. Behind them a dark-haired woman steps out of the first car, elegant in a black dress, and your father goes to her at once and kisses her cheek. "Come meet them," he calls up to you, beaming. "This is the family now." Up close Stefano is taller than you thought, enormous, dark-complexioned, broad through the shoulders, veins standing on his forearms, a face that could freeze a man with one look. He didn't glance at the house when he got out; he read it the way you would read an exit. Griffin is only a little shorter, ash-blond, easy and unhurried, though his eyes give away nothing at all. He lets the smile widen a fraction. Stefano jerks his head toward the house, already moving past you. "Inside. We're not standing on the drive while the neighbors take notes."