Batman Fanfiction Overprotective Brothers Of Richard 소설 & 이야기

I almost thanked him, but Clementine grabbed her brother by the wrist and yanked him back. “You failed to protect us from that dog,” Clementine reminded him. “That was your one job. Now you have to walk with your annoying sister as punishment. Leave my best friend alone.” Clementine grinned at him, clearly enjoying the chance to tease him. “Yeah, kid,” Richard added. His deep voice carried easily over the rushing water. “You want to stay out of whatever is happening between those two. Trust me. I’m trained in five different types of fighting and I wouldn't want to go up against Jeremiah.”

He had an ulterior motive, and once again, I was just the victim. “Tanya’s an ex-mafia wife, you know! She’s in the Bratva brotherhood. If I can’t melt Miron at my feet, why don’t I try melting his sister-in-law?” Richard continued whispering to me. I swear, Richard has no idea what he’s doing. He thinks Tanya will betray Miron just because she’s his sister-in-law. Richard has no idea how strong the Bratva brotherhood is, huh? They weren’t that strict about family traditions.

"Atlas... we can't take your mulch money." "You're taking it," Atlas ordered, his tone leaving absolutely no room for debate. "I'm the older brother. Providing the bare minimum of structural support is literally my only job description right now. Now, someone order a pizza. I'm starving, and I'm not eating whatever science experiment Evans is cooking on that hot plate." I laughed, a sudden rush of tears pricking my eyes. Richard Thorpe had tried to break them apart for years, pitting them against each other for his own amusement. But looking at the two massive, athletically gifted brothers standing in our terrible, sweltering apartment completely broke but fiercely loyal to each other, I kne

He glanced around the room, scowling menacingly. "Richard, I heard that Andy was captured by the cops, all because he wound up in a fight with some good-for-nothing b*stard? That b*stard's got nerve to dishonor us like this! He not only beat up a Drayton, but even had the audacity to demand that we retrieve him ourselves. I'd like to see what he's got! I'll go see that Liam Cole fellow and take care of him myself!" This was Derrick Drayton, Richard's younger brother and the second-born son of the Drayton family. He was an exceptional martial arts fighter and was a two-star military king.

"How dare he think of winning over my sister like this? I will not give him my blessings! Shameless brat. Wait till I fucking kill him!" Richard took out his phone while ranting and called his bodyguard in the States. "Have you found him yet?" "No!" "Why are you all so useless? You can't even do this little thing well?" Richard asked with frustration. "I'm telling you. When you find that bastard Michael, don't hesitate. Beat the hell out of him. I'll take responsibility if he's crippled." "Are you crazy?" Braelynn glared at Richard. "You can't let your people do this. No matter what, Michael is still your close friend. How will you face him after you cripple him? How will you face Abbie?"

“Brandon is a part of this family, Dahlia…” “What?” I cut Ivana off. “You heard me, he took on the job of a bodyguard to keep you safe from Richard…. Brandon is our elder brother.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and I crossed my arms over my chest “did you really think that I bought the fact that you killed him? And even if I did. Did you forget that I track my men, Kiara? I know when their heart stops…” “Then why didn’t you say anything about it? You could easily trigger your kill code and he would die in seconds” I asked raising an eyebrow at him. “You just found out that he’s your brother, and he was just united with his sister after years of wanting to be by her side. I may hate your husband and I may have my dark side, but I’m not heartless, at least not when it includes you” Richard said looking me in the eye “now, we can stay here, or you and me can go to the park a

Richard added with a sly smirk, “I didn’t know you looked this sexy when… undressed. I mean, look at you. In Luther’s shirt. And nothing else, huh?” Before I could even blink, the door slammed behind him. Luther. His face was unreadable—jaw tight, fists buried deep into his pockets, eyes locked on his brother like he was trying to keep from pouncing. “No offense, brother,” Richard said, as if daring him. “Just admiring the creation. After all, she put it on so all can see.” “Speak again,” Luther said, his voice low, controlled, dangerous. “Say one more fucking thing… and I swear to God, I’ll cut off your tongue and add it to the soup she’s making.”

“BANE! ENOUGH!” My fist stops midair, Brad’s bruised face a welcome sight, but not enough to satiate my wolf. I push against my father’s command, but it’s useless, he’s the alpha, and I’m only the heir. For now. Aaron and Corey pull me off of my pathetic excuse for a brother, who's whimpering on the ground, playing up the victim angle for my mother. She’s always coddled him more than necessary. “Bane Bartholemew Black!” She scolds, looking upon me with disappointment, and disapproval, while she kneels next to my brother’s body. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Just… "present. Footsteps crunched over frost‑stiff grass. When I looked up, all four of my brothers were there. Alden first, cloak unfastened, hair mussed, jaw shadowed. Rowan with dried blood on his cheek that probably wasn’t his. Jax, solid as the boulder he leaned on, arms crossed. Theron, tired but sharp‑eyed, fingers still ink‑stained with counter‑glyphs. “We once thought locking you in a tower might keep you safe,” Alden said without preamble. Heat climbed my neck. “That was a bad idea,” I said.