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I gave him a cocky grin, “But I just want to do it better.” Laughing, he nodded. “Well, I think you’re off to a good start. So, two brothers? How old are they and they both came to this school?” Slowly, I nodded, realizing I may have fucked up. He’d eventually know who I was, I just didn’t want to throw the fact I was a mafia boss’ daughter at him so soon. Maybe if I just kept it flippant, he let it go. “Yeah, two brothers. One is twenty-eight and the other twenty-one. My oldest brother graduated, the youngest one didn’t bother finishing stating that college wasn’t for him.”

Serenity As my father walked away, the air thickened with remorse and sympathy, and the Alpha and Luna trailed him into the study. Sounds of yelling and items being tossed around in rage. "Hey, sis, don't worry about him. He regrets not knowing about you.” Beta Brandon hugged me. “How old are you?” “I'm 21. What about you? Do we have any siblings?” “Nope, just us. I'm 19. Let me go check on him. I'll see you around.” He disappeared into the room, leaving me and Tay standing in the living room.

In the future, I aspire to become a renowned designer and not be a burden to you all. Hearing these heartfelt words, Liam's eyes welled up with tears. Initially, they had hoped Mia would rely on them, but her dedication and ambition caught them by surprise. It was deeply touching. How could Mia be so hardworking and endearing? As evening fell, Dominic, Nathan, and Connor returned home, and Mia personally prepared a celebratory meal for her brothers. Lifting her cup, Mia joyfully declared, "Today, I raise a toast to my brothers with a cup of tea instead of wine, wishing everyone a swift and prosperous journey to success. Cheers!"

I threw my hands up knowing there was no other way around this argument, "Fine, alright! What do you have for us?" Thomas's coffee brown eyes observed me for a while. I noticed his lip tug sideways into a smirk. Did I forget to mention Xander and Thomas were brothers? Well Xander is the oldest being 22 while. Thomas is 20. Xander is the wild and arrogant one while Thomas is the calm and reserve one, good with computers and minds his bloody business. "I found him but you guys won't like it." Okay that got my attention good. I raised a brow,

Lаtеr оn іn thе album, thеrе аrе ѕhоtѕ оf Blаkе оn hіѕ fіrѕt dау оf ѕсhооl. It аlmоѕt jumps fоrwаrd a dесаdе, with no photos аt all оf thеіr tіmе in grаdе school. The siblings next appear at аgе fourteen оr ѕо in a grоuр of kіdѕ thе same аgе.

Tracy asked as She sat down carefully. "We are here to get some informationns about our brother and some arms." Bernard answered. "What is the name of your brother and what type of weapon do you want?" Tracy asked as She crossed her legs. "His name is Brayden Brastivala, we want guys and poison that kills slowly." Charles answered and a wicked smile filled his lips . "Okay, His age?" "He should be in his thirties now." "Be sure of any information you are providing." Said Tracy in a straight face.

I almost got over my fear, but only when it comes to Hunter. “I have 8 brothers. I’m the oldest, at 25, then there’s Theo, he’s 20, Liam, who’s 18, Jason, he’s 16, Sean is 14, Cason is 12, Damon, just turned 10 and finally Aaron and Jax. They’re 8.” I gape at him in bewilderment, making him chuckle. “Yeah, it gets crazy sometimes. How the hell mom managed to stay sane with 10 guys in the house will forever remain a mystery to me.” I smile at him. It’s clear he loves his family a lot, I can hear it in his voice.

They said standing up and embracing me in a tight hug. My parents passed away that night in a tragic accident that not only took them but our best friend’s parents too. My parents were the Alphas of our pack, their best friends were our neighboring packs, Alphas. My parents were Christina and Ronald of the Black Moon Pack, their friends were Lilly and Brandon of the Blue Moon Pack. Our parents always did everything together and all the kids were inseparable. My oldest brother Matt was twenty years old at the time, Ben was nineteen, Josh and Luke were Irish twins (born in the same year but with two separate pregnancies) and they both turned seventeen that year, I was the youngest at fourteen.

The brotherhood only initiated boys from the age of fourteen, if they survived the initiation. I was only eleven and hadn't yet been initiated as a made man when I sent a bullet to some of the Slovakian soldiers that accompanied my uncle and Boris, the Slovakian don, to end our lives. I was on the run, with the thirst for blood and revenge boiling in my veins with no one to trust. And somehow, by a streak of some fucking twisted fate, I met Lorenzo and his brother Savio, running from their shit and a fuck ass of a father who wanted them dead. Fuck, he still did.

“Made by you. Tonight.” Elara laughed, relief spilling out of her. “Deal.” “Okay,” Nyra said slowly. “Hear me out. What if he’s your long-lost brother or something?” Elara blinked. “What?” Nyra shrugged. “I’m just saying. Stranger things have happened.” Elara shook her head, stunned but considering it. “I’ve thought about that,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t born here. And my parents aren't one the type to hide a lost son, I'd have heard about it”.