"Mafia Step Brothers" [ BTS ff ]

chapter 4

The sleek black sedan glided to a stop in front of the not so huge mansion. As Akira stepped out, a chill ran down her spine. The place, once a symbol of warmth and family, now seemed cold and distant.

a wave of bitter nostalgia washing over her. The familiar mansion loomed before her, a constant reminder of the past that she desperately wanted to forget.

She remembered the day her father, a kind and gentle soul, had passed away. The sudden loss had shattered her world. But what had truly broken her heart was the way her mother had reacted. Grief had turned her mother into a greedy woman, more concerned with wealth and power than her daughter's well-being.

And then there was her sister, the perfect daughter, always favored by their mother. Her sister's constant taunts and dirty remarks had only deepened Akira's scars.

Now, years later, she was back, forced to confront the past and the people who had caused her so much pain. As she stepped inside the mansion, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking into a trap.

She entered the grand living room, the silence echoing in her ears. A moment later, her mother and sister entered from a nearby room.

"Finally," her mother's voice was sharp, her eyes cold.

Her sister, a picture of smug satisfaction, smirked. "About time."

Akira forced a scary smile, her heart heavy.

"Sorry for the delay, Mother. Traffic was a bit heavier than usual."

Her mother rolled her eyes, her impatience evident. "Excuses, excuses. You didn't even changed like before a complete bitch".

Akira clenched her fist tightly to control her anger..

Akira:- "well now this bitch is here to destroy your future, dear mother" said coldly.

A wave of afraidness passes through the nerves of her mother and sister they look at eachother with knowing looks and turn to look back at her.

Akira turned around not wanting to see there ugly faces anymore and walked towards the grand staircase, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread but She knew that this was just the beginning.

At dining table...

"Baby, go call that bitch-

"No need I'm here"

The grand dining room was bathed in a warm, golden light. A long, polished table, laden with exquisite dishes, dominated the room. Akira, miss. Choi  and lena sat down, the silence heavy in the air.

"You know, Mother," Akira began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I've always admired your ability to turn a warm, loving home into a cold, unwelcoming mansion."

Her mother's face flushed with anger, but she managed to maintain her composure. "Akira, please, let's not start this again."

Akira smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mother. Did I strike a nerve?"

Her sister, unable to contain her irritation, interjected. "You're just jealous, Akira. You'll never be as perfect as me."

Akira rolled her eyes. "Perfect? You? Please. You're more like a porcelain doll, beautiful but fragile."

The tension in the room was getting heavier. Her mother and sister glared at her, their faces a mixture of anger and disbelief. But Akira remained unfazed, her expression calm and collected. She knew she had to play the game, to keep them off balance.

As the dinner progressed, the tension between them grew. Her mother and sister, unable to tolerate Akira's sharp wit and defiant attitude, began to lash out, accusing her of being ungrateful and disrespectful. Akira, however, remained unmoved, her words cutting deep.