My stepsister

Episode2

Angel

As Victoria is escorted out of the office, walk to my desk and take a seat behind it.

My eyes flick to Angel , who looks like she's about to s**t herself.

SHe was only thirty when she took over from anThony, but during the past five years, he hasn't done half the work anThony used to do for me. SHe also has a gambling problem that's starting to cost me money.

"I hear you like spending time at Fallen ,Angel | mutter. The strip club was the first business I opened, so I have a soft spot for the establishment.

The club has three sections. Heaven, where customers can only watch the boys dance, and Hell, where everything goes. The gambling room is in the third section, called Purgatory.

Needless to say, the place brings in a fortune. "Yes, sir," Angel says.

When she aims for one of the chairs by my desk, Tiny places a hand against the man's chest before shaking his head at him.

No one sits in my presence. Well, unless your last name is tello

"What is his tab standing at?" I ask.

I know the exact amount, but I don't want to give Angel the impression I have any interest in his life.

"Just shy of three hundred thousand," Tiny answers. Lifting an eyebrow, shake my head.

Angels begins to sweat, the drops beading on his forehead and running down his temples. "I'll settle the tab soon."

"Yes, you will," I say. "Today."

Her eyes go wide as saucers. "I can't get the money that quick."

With zero mercy on my face, I mutter, "That sounds like your problem." Tiny takes a threatening step towards Angel , which has her rambling,

"I'll get the money. I just need a month." My eyes narrow on the fucker.

Her scared gaze darts between Tiny and myself, then she adds, "I'm the only family Anthony has left. Please give me a month. I promise I'll get the money."

I've heard that before.

Usually, right before I kill someone.

But the debt is not the reason Angel is standing in front of me. If it were, she'd be dead already, and truth be told, tomorrow would've been her last day if it weren't for his little sister.

Victoria Roman.

l've been so busy I haven't realized the girl blossomed into a beautiful woman.

I'm used to people looking at me with fear, but seeing terror in Vicky’s eyes had my c**k hardening at the speed of light, which was an unusual reaction for me.

I wonder what it would be like to bend her to my will.

I have a healthy s*x drive, but lately, all the women seem to blur together. It's become boring as f**k. There's also the matter of my Aunty , who's been nagging that it's time for me to take a wife.

Then, the scared little fawn appeared in front of me, and her doe eyes had my pulse racing faster.

"Victorua is twenty | mention.

Angel does a double take before his face lights up with relief. "Yes." "She's of marrying age."

"Yes." Her head bobs up and down. "I'm just waiting until she's thirty - five before arranging a marriage for her."

Finding the fucker funny, I let out a rare chuckle. "What makes you think you're allowed to arrange a marriage for her?" I lift a hand and wave at the desk. "Did I miss the part where you're the one in charge?"

Angel eyes widen again. "N-no, sir."

Why wait until she's thirty -five?

I push the thought to the back burner. Tiny can look into Vikky personal life after I've dealt with her brother.

Resting my elbows on the desk, I lean forward. "You're not to arrange a marriage for Vikky without my blessing."

I want my fill of the woman before she's passed off to whoever deem good enough.

Angel nods, then asks, "About the debt, ma, Is a month okay?"

For now.

I nod and wave a hand at the door, indicating for the fucker to leave.

As soon as she's gone, I glance at Tiny. "I want to know everything about Vikky Roman.”

"Yes, boss." SHe hovers for a moment, then asks, "What do you want me to do with Dorcas body?"

"Drop it off at her house so her family can bury her ." Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, "Pay for the funeral and give her husband fifty thousand.

God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long."

Big maey comes into the office as Tiny leaves. "The girl left with her brother."

I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. "I don't think she'll talk," she mentions.

I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five

p.m. Every two weeks, the five heads of the alphas meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we've become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.

My cousin was supposed to take over the alphas seat in the alpha city , but he was assassinated by the Quin when they tried to move into uk .

I was eighteen when I took over so my uncle could retire as head of the Rizzo family. He still helps with the business in civilian and keeps an eye on everything for me, which is something I want to discuss with her . It's time for him to step away from the business so she can enjoy her old age.

Fuck, has it already been fifteen years?

Time flies when you're making money.

No wonder sister tello been on my case about getting married. SHe's scared l'll be taken out before I get the chance to give the tello family an heir.

The only problem is the women from suitable families are either older than me or

still in school. Sister tello been dropping hints that I should marry Valentine , who's from an influential family, but that's never happening. She's six years older than me and batshit crazy.

Valentine beautiful face pops into my mind, but I shake my head because the Romanos are way beneath the tello .

At least she's a f*****g civilian.

I shake my head again because sure as f**k don't want Angel for a brother-in-aw.

My gaze lowers to my right hand, and I rub my fingers together as recall the feel of her silky hair.

She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. A woman only has that reaction when she's been beaten before.

My eyes narrow as my thoughts turn to my parents. Before they were killed in a hit-and-run, my father used to beat the s**t out of my mother. Every other night, her blood coated the walls.

The world I grew up in has made me a hard man, but l'll never hit a woman.

Again, the memory of Vikky flinching ghosts through my mind. I begin to tap my fingers on the desk as she fills my thoughts.

I'm easily twice her size. Her heart-shaped face is framed by golden brown curls that look like they refuse to be tamed. Her doe eyes hold a mysterious power that has the ability to grab my attention.

The woman is f*****g beautiful.

"Boss?" Big mart says to get my attention.

I forgot the woman was still in the office, and shaking my head to rid my thoughts of Vikky Roman, | tuck my phone back into my pocket.

Letting out a sigh, I stand up and mutter,

"Let's head over to the club."

Every day, I'm surrounded by beautiful women, but none of them has grabbed my attention like the little fawn with her wild hair and doe eyes.