Novel & Cerita Arrow Brother Blood

He asked. “I'm fine,” I said. “He'll be back shortly,” Marco said, nodding toward the end of the wall. I turned to the direction of his nod. Aaron stood in front of a table. The man seated at it wore a blue suit and had his back turned to me. The carefulness of other people moving around the table told me exactly who the man was. Morgan Vale. Aaron stood in front of his father. Both hands were in his pocket and his posture was exactly the way I had known him for.

My brother had discovered that she was stealing money from him, and if there was anything my brother valued more than anything else, it was his money. After I got him off her, he became enraged and charged at me. We fought until he suddenly went rigid in my arms, his eyes wide. Blood spewed out of his mouth, and he stumbled, grabbing my arms. I held him, frowning in confusion, not understanding what was going on, until he collapsed to his knees, revealing a trembling Margot with bloody hands standing behind him.

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.

The weight of what we’d just learned sat heavy in the car like smoke. Vittorio. My father’s brother. My uncle. The man who taught me how to shoot when I was twelve. The man who stood beside my father at every family meeting, every funeral, every deal. The man who’d looked me in the eye at our wedding and called the marriage “a disgrace that would weaken us.” I gripped the wheel tighter until my knuckles ached. Alessio’s hand settled over mine on the gear shift—warm, steady. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly.

The same jawline, the same cold smile. Enzo Moretti. Dante got out of the car first. Elena, behind him, with the child in her arms, had insisted on coming, and no one had been able to refuse. Enzo looked at them for a long time. Then he said, "Little brother." His voice was soft, almost gentle. "How long has it been?" "We don't know each other." "But we should." Enzo took a step forward. "We share the same blood. The same father. The same name."

"Besides, I need to know which side the people in my castle are on." Rena chuckled, "You're very deceptive." "Heh… Isn't this what you and that guy taught me? I just followed what my parents did." "So you acknowledge us as your parents?" "Don't dream, even if this is a lie, the confession will never happen." "But you can't lie to the fact that my blood and His Majesty's blood run through your body." Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have."

My jaw ticks when I see him. "I will deal with this, Marco." Arlo stands. "No, you will not. He stole from me, so I will deal with him directly." Standing, I look at Mac. "Get Sam there and ready." Turning, I look at Arlo. "I want you to tell my men where he is. They will get him." Turning, I walk out, not giving him a chance to argue. ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ The dead carcasses hang around us, the cold air only adding to the atmosphere. I stand, leaning against the metal table. Before me, hooked upside down, is Damon, Arlo's leading man. I watch Sam slowly unloading his kit.