Married to the Mafia Boss... and my Step Brother

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Jordyn St. Pierre woke up exhausted, sweaty, and completely hungover the day after her high school graduation. She couldn't remember anything from the previous night, but from the dizziness of her vision, she could tell she had a good time. Jordyn tiredly brushed her long golden locks out of her face.

"Where am I?" She whispered, observing her unfamiliar surroundings.

She was in a comfortable king sized bed with a few too many pillows and golden sheets. While she was known for her obsessive drinking at parties, this was out of the ordinary. Something was off. She began to move out of the sheets when she noticed she was still wearing her prom dress, still just as beautiful from the night before, though now she felt much less glamorous.

"Oh right. Grad."

She searched her memory for what had happened. All she could remember was the faces of her two closest friends, Maddie and Izzy. How had they let her leave the party to go to some unknown location? It was clear they were the only suspects.

She frowned, annoyed at her ex-friends, "Ugh, whatever, I have other friends."

She shifted her focus to her surroundings. Where was this place and how did she end up here? Surely people were worried about her.

"My phone!" She exclaimed, suddenly waking up from her drowsy, dream-like state. Maybe there would be pictures or texts from the night before to explain what happened. She turned and grabbed her phone from the nightstand beside the bed, but to no avail; it was dead.

She began to look for an exit, spotting a door hidden in the corner of the room. Before she could get to it, a man emerged. She gasped as her eyes fell upon him. He wore a tipped fedora that cast a gentle shadow over his alluring eyes, making him seem mysterious. His face and body was sculpted, as if outlining every flawless feature he had. Jordyn couldn't think of a better word to describe him than perfect. He stopped in the doorway and looked her up and down.

"You're absolutely stunning", He confessed, his distinct Russian accent making every word more intriguing. "Excuse my language, but dayum girl"

"You're a nice piece of meat, yourself," Jordyn replied, stepping closer to him.

"What is your name?" He asked, pausing for a moment to gaze at Jordyn with his dark seductive eyes, "I am Sergio. I think it is only proper that you know my name since you'll be screaming it all night," He winked.

Jordyn blushed, her supple cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. The sight of this hottie 500 flustered her and made her forget all about where she was and what she was doing.

"I'm J-J-Jordyn," She stammered. Her mind could only focus on how Sergio would look shirtless.

"I know we've only known each other for a few minutes, but I'm going to take off my shirt."

It was as if Sergio had read her mind, but she wasn't complaining. The Russian took off his hat and placed it on the edge of the bed, then proceeded to take off his shirt the sexy way. Jordyn's mouth watered at the sight of Sergio's 8 pack. Without thinking, Jordyn stepped forward and began to feel each of his pecs.

"They're as hard as rocks!" Jordyn remarked.

"That's not the only thing that's rock hard,"

"Oh Sergio, you tease."

The two shared a long, flirtatious gaze. Suddenly Sergio turned away, ashamed. He brought his hands to his face and began rubbing his temples.

"What's up?"

Sergio sighed, "You're so different, Jordyn- you're not like other girls..."

He trailed off. Jordyn nudged him to continue.

"And, well, you were kidnapped by the Russian mafia... I suppose you were wondering where you are?"

"Oh cool. Yeah, I guess," Jordyn replied, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"Well, the thing is, you can't leave," Sergio revealed, clearly regretting his choice to kidnap her in the first place.

Jordyn placed her hand on Sergio's buff bicep, comfortingly, "That's okay, I didn't really have plans for after graduation anyway. I'll just develop Stockholm Syndrome or whatever."

Sergio finally looked back at her with his piercing eyes, "You're okay with that?"

She thought about it for a moment, and ultimately decided she was okay with it. If anything, the mafia was rich, so being a side piece was the perfect job.

"Lol yeah. So what's your, like, role in the mafia, anyway?"

Sergio's mood shifted. "I'm the boss. I call the shots," he bragged. His pride was evident. Jordyn couldn't be any happier to hear this. The super ripped Russian mafia boss was in love with her.

Their eyes met again. Jordyn could feel Sergio's warm breath against her skin. She gazed at his lips, longing to feel them against hers. Her heart was beating faster than ever as he moved one hand behind her neck and the other to her cheek. How had she gotten into such a position? Only minutes ago she had met this stranger in his strange room, but now it seemed as though they would spend the rest of their lives together.

"I love you," Sergio whispered right before kissing her passionately. She could hardly believe what she had just heard. Love was such a strong word, but it seemed so right.

Jordyn pulled away, "I love you too."

She had never said the words before. She had always struggled with love, but this man had changed her life. They were undeniably soulmates.

Sergio wrapped his arms around Jordyn, lifting her up effortlessly, then carrying her to the bed. She giggled seductively. This would be a night to remember.