My Horny Step-brother Is Mafia

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Ooh, dear Betty, I didn't know you are a gerontophile? Noah taunted. Who was enjoying his drink on the bar counter.

He wants me to rip his head off, doesn't he? Handsome freak!

Fuck you. I spat.

Glady beautiful. He replied kissing the edge of the wine glass and gulping down a drink. Bloody bastard.

I hate you with all my might. You wicked lizard. I lend him a death glare and passed by him, wait! I passed by him only after stepping on his feet with my long and pointed heels. Rott in hell devil!

He cried in pain. I grabbed the wine bottle he refused me before and began to gulp it down before he can stop me. The wine tasted like shit at first as it was strong wine but then it felt good as I kept gulping down not detaching my mouth from the bottle until it was empty as single people's love life.

I slammed an empty bottle of wine on the table and peeked at Noah who was gawking at me with saucer wide eyes. Ass face!

Lending him a dazy smirk I picked up another bottle from the counter.

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Noah's POV

As soon Betty slammed her first bottle of empty wine on the table I was shocked. What the hell? How did she drink the whole bottle at once?

Her eyes looked foggy as alcohol visibly started to show it's effect on her. The wine she drank was so strong. She dizzily smirked and extended a hand to grab another bottle of strong wine.

If today she passes out here I am not going to carry this pighead back to the mansion, who knows she might puke on me in sleep? And also I have a Mafia Boss image to carry around.

Before she can start drinking the second bottle I snatched it from her.

You are not drinking any more alcohol. I announced coldly but what happened next shocked me to the core. The Betty seating before me was not the Betty once I knew. The hell I have never known this Betty.

You cruel son of a cow. Why? Why I can't drink my wine? She threw both hands on me, slapping my precious chest like a mad dog as she cried loudly wiping non-existed tears.

She wiped her not-running nose with the sleeves of her gown like a small kid having rhinorrhea. She stood up just to stumble back instantly but soon enough she walked to me and strangled me on my lap. Alcohol was making her bold as slut.

I didn't know this alcohol starts it's the effect this fast. She clutched my face in one hand as her long sharp nails threaten me to dig in.

Let me drink my wine or I might scratch this pretty nasty beautiful face with my cat nails. She whispered near my ears as her big, spongy boobs pressed against my chest making me hard to breathe and her round fine ass lifted little.

The smell of alcohol was so strong as Betty whispered in my ears the intoxicating smell of wine flirted in my mind. After threatening me she gawked proudly at her black long nails.

Girls with large nails are threats gotta note this down. Anyways, Betty picked up her second bottle of wine I couldn't do anything, she drinks one after another just like that. At the 5th bottle, she slammed her head on the counter and drafted to slumber. Let me mention this she was still on my lap with her heavy ass.

I felt co-existence frustration and happiness in me. I was frustrated cause I had to carry a drunk girl, who can punk any moment on to home but I was happy that girl is Betty.

I pulled Betty from me on the seat next to me as everyone started to leave the party. And straightened my tuxedo and threw Betty on my shoulder and carried her to the car, hoping that she won't puke.