FIERCED 2: A stepbrother Romance by Stephanie Brother

my father catches my wrist painfully and half yanks my shoulder out of its socket. Rocco meets my pleading gaze then raises his fingers to his face in a square. He clicks his index finger like pressing down on a shutter and gives me a wink.
    When he steps through the door (which is immediately shut behind him by the automaton wearing wires in both ears like he's listening to pop tunes, standing on the threshold) I turn to my father in ice cold rage.
    “Don't make him leave. If you want me smiling nice at your side for your happy family pictures, you'll bring him with us.”
    “I will not have my authority as head of this household undermined. We'll put a couple of these photos of yours to good use and say he's doing his humanitarian work in Africa.”
    “No!” I shout and my father cocks an eyebrow in shock at my outburst. “You won't spin him and you won't use me. I want Rocco with me, I need him.”
    “You're better without him. You can be my only precious child again.”
    “I don't want to be,” I snarl.
    My father frowns and a suspicious concern washes across his features.
    “Everything in this house belongs to me, including these photos and the life I created out of you. You're a part of my campaign and you will do what I tell you or you're out on your own and we both know you've got no talent for that.”
    “I hate you. You're everything that's wrong in this world.”
    “I can see your brother has warped your mind in just a short time. Even more reason to keep you apart from him for your own good.”
    “I love him,” I scream'. For some reason I thought that would move my father. Instead his grimace turns to disgust.
    “It's almost as though you have Stockholm Syndrome. I'm going to have to call in a professional to deprogram you.”
    My heart beat plummets and my skin creeps across my bones in cold tremors. I know very well what those state controlled psychologists are capable of. Whatever is necessary for the good of the government will be stated as a fact by those so-called personality experts. Everyone knows that I was taken, or at least disappeared without a trace for almost a week.
    If I don't do exactly as my father commands, he'll call in some lackey doctor to say I'm unsound, brainwashed. A danger to myself and others. He'll spin that in the news as his only daughter coping bravely after her ordeal, making himself appear to be the perfect suffering parent. I could be locked up for as long as he deems necessary to bring me back under his control.
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The Passion Continues . . .
    Follow the passionate Step relationship of Lisa and Rocco in the final part of FIERCED
    FIERCED is now COMPLETE and the Finale of the series – part 3 is
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    About the Author
Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She's always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she's enjoyed writing them.
    Want some of my other titles?
    Novelettes:
    Soldier Stepbrother
    Claimed By Her Billionaire Stepbrother
    Twister and Shout With My Step
    Novellas:
    Escape
    Fierced
    Novels:
    Fade Back
    Anthologies:
    Stepbrother Rogues
    Stepbrother Alphas
    Addicted, Obsessed & Rocked
     
    Now read on for a snippet from Escape
    I hear Sammie’s bare feet padding on the hardwood but I don’t turn. I