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Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.

BROOKS When we left the hospital, Jonah looked at me and said, “What in the hell did you do to my friend Brooks? What happened before you called me and told me to go to her window? Don't say nothing, because your hand is fractured and she is in the hospital with bandages on her wrist and talking about anti-depressants, and before you say it, YES I know what they are." I looked at my 14-year-old brother and said when in the hell did you become so grown? He said,

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Her brother shook his head sadly. She wiped her tears away. “Carlos was never going to let us go. He had grandiose plans to take over this city. Do you know what was on those flash drives? The Bratva’s bank accounts and the billions of dollars they control. Carlos and his no good friends were going to steal the money and force them to hand over this territory. He was going to start a war no one could…win for money.”

Brook's mind was spinning and when she felt her father's large hand graze over the swell of her tits through her dress she was sure she would explode. TBC

Alice was leaning against Brooklyn's locker, looking at her phone and chewing a piece of gum. "Hi," Brooklyn greeted and Alice looked up with a bright smile. "Hey, you ready to dissect some frogs?" Alice said cheerily. "I wish we got to do that, but all we really do in bio is answer questions out of text books." "Sounds fun," Brooklyn said sarcastically. "And the fact that my brother is in the class makes it even better," Alice said and rolled her eyes. "I spoke to him yesterday, he doesn't seem that bad," Brooklyn said.

Even their small business eventually went bankrupt. He’s tall and undeniably handsome. He could pass as a model without even trying, but he has no interest in it at all. I offered to refer him to my agent several times, yet he has turned me down every single time. I suppose he isn’t the type who enjoys that kind of attention. “Your eyebrows are almost touching, Noah,” Franco’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I shot him a glare. “Shut up.” “Lemme guess. This is about your brother again, am I right? You always get that look on your face whenever he’s on your mind. Honestly, you might as well just kill him in your thoughts,” he laughed.

She asked what my plans were for today and I told her I was going to be in and out of the house taking care of the yard. "Brooks, You've been working out in the yard a lot over the last week. What are you doing out there?" "I'm just cleaning up the yard and making it look nice, beautiful." "Brooks, there wasn't a lot out there that needed to be cleaned up. What is going on?" "Nothing is going on, baby." "Brooks, I hate to ask you this question but are you drinking again?" "What? No. Why would you think I am drinking again?"

Aurora Brooks Evening arrived with orange threads announcing the sunset of our day. I lowered my bag to the driver who had arrived in front of our house by order of Commander Alexander Roth. A large vehicle was waiting for our five bodies: me, Amelia, Ivy, my mother, and my bastard father, Daniel Brooks, who kept whining over my mother's head because he would no longer be able to get drunk again. I hate his filthy topics that reveal his ignorance and brutality.

I have no title idea's yet for Artis and Brock's book buuuuuut I'm sure I will think of something soon! --Sydney