I Am My Mafia Stepbrothers Flaw

PEGGY'S POV Rrrring. Rrrring. As I rolled over on a bed that was softer, bigger, and more comfortable than mine. I let out a sluggish groan. My head was pounding fast. Rrrring. Ringing. I could hardly hear anything because of the constant sound of a cell phone nearby. To answer the phone, I was placing my hands around to look for the phone until i it touched a hard, naked chest. I stopped moving and my heartbeat stopped. They started beating again, but this time they were even faster. My head was full of memories from last night as I tried to figure out why I was in bed with someone else, who i think is a guy. I spread my fingers out and slid down the chest. Too smooth and wide to be Kevin, my on-again, off-again boyfriend who I hung out with when I needed a fix. RRRRING RRINGGG RRR- An angry person with a heavy accent asked, "What is it?" and cut off the annoying ringing. When I heard the deep, rich voice, which I hadn't heard before, my eyes popped open and my heart stopped. To be exact, it was last night. In my chest, shame and fear were like fire and ice. As the memories came flooding back, my heart sank into my stomach. No, no, no. Already, I could hear the words, the charge. You dirty slut. w***e who is dirty. You just met your own stepbrother... What took place? I sat up in bed and held the sheets close to my chest. My heart was beating so fast that it hurt my lungs, and fear and horror were pumping through my veins. This is not possible. My clothes were piled up by the door, my pants were all over the chair and my shoes were in the corner of the room. I quickly blinked and saw what I saw. Axel Dawson is the boss of the whole Italian gang and the most dangerous man in Chicago. I desperately tried to remember what had happened last night that put me in bed with him. My mum was getting married to his dad, Austin Dawson, the retired godfather of the city. She had asked me to come to the small party Austin was having to celebrate their wedding. As usual my mother and I had a fight about what I was wearing and why I wasn't even trying to fit in with the crowd. I drank too much to drown out her constant tittering. Not worth it. What a jerk. This should have happened. I felt like I had nothing left in my heart because of all he was saying. As he said those awful words over and over, I could hear his voice and feel his lips, hands, and teeth. I was sure it was over when I saw used condoms on the floor. My bones were aching from worry. I let out a scream. As I wrapped the blankets around myself and rocked back and forth, the truth of the situation hit me. I felt sick to my stomach and swallowed bile. Whore w***e w***e. I need to leave this place. While Axel was still on the phone, talking about who knows what, I used my common sense to decide that now was the best time to leave without getting seen. As I got out of bed, I almost fell over because my vision was blurry from tears. I was able to get dressed, though. "Stop right there." The voice said.It was thick, deep, and forceful. It made no sense to me at all, but every cell in my body told me to swallow. But not a single guy will tell me what to do, not even the largest and most dangerous person in the city. I was about to leave him there when I heard the sound of a gun being pointed at me. "Turn towards me." Yes, I did. Slowly. Only because there was a gun to my head did I agree. Axel Dawson was too good-looking to be true, but the darkness in his eyes took away from the beauty. How did I get together with such a bad guy? Because I had been messed up with mafia guys before, I knew better than to mess with them last night, but I couldn't remember why. He was in bed with silky white sheets wrapped around him. The fresh scratches on his body, his messy hair, the lipstick marks on the corner of his lips, and his body all made my face turn pale. When I thought about how his rough hands hugged my body and his bare skin against mine, my cheeks burned."Who the f**k are you?" I blinked, pain and anger building in my chest. I lowered my voice because he was armed and dangerous at the moment. A lot of people have said bad things about the don. They say that he was too quick to react, and I didn't need somebody to kill me right now. "Damien Peggy. The blank look in his eyes turned into anger when he heard my last name. That makes two of us "Trash!" He swore angry words, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he blew out a furious breath and looked up at the ceiling. He looked at me again, and this time his jaw was tight. We were tense and uncomfortable with each other, like a tight spring. "Put your crap on and leave." He muttered something and threw his gun on the nightstand. He then folded his big arms and looked at me with disturbing grey eyes. I rolled my eyes because that's exactly what I was going to do before he decided to notice me. Before I shut the door tightly behind me, I could still feel his angry look burning my back. I wanted to forget about this day and this experience for good.I didn't have any luck with that because the first person I saw when I left the room was Martha, who was mad. Her eyes got big when she saw how jumbled and disorganised I looked. I watched as she squinted at me, looking at my jumbled hair and clothes as well as the direction I was coming from. "You silly b***h!" She growled, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the wall. "It was risky for me to bring you into this family, and I don't want you to ruin everything for me before I'm even married to Austin." I was having a panic attack, but I forced it down and calmed my expression because I knew from past experience that I should always plead the fifth. "Let go of me." She says, "I did nothing wrong." Nothing that she can pin on me though. She pulled me in and sniffed at me while her fingers dug into my skin. She made a mean face with her fingers. "Don't lie to me." You're a scumbag. It has always been that way. You would, of course, jump into bed with the first guy you see. I thought about the fact that she might not know who I had slept with. Most likely, she didn't believe what she was saying.I could see why she was exaggerating since she used to ignore me when it was about things that were important to me. A man named Austin Dawson was almost hard to get after years of barely getting by. Being married to him gave her the chance to live a life of wealth, so she wouldn't want anyone to ruin it. "Look, mom, I promise I didn't do anything." A worker helped me find a room after I got drunk last night. I just woke up and am very drunk. If you could bother me about your false assumptions at another time, that would be great. Her grip on me loosened, and her eyes flickered with doubt, which proved my idea right. She had no idea what was going on and was just thinking the worst about me. "I'm not your mom," she said before leaving. I slouched my shoulders and let out a breath I hadn't even realised I had been holding. Then I made my way out of the scary house.