Batman Fanfiction Overprotective Brothers Of Richard Novels & Stories

“So if you know who I am, you’d better untie me before—” Annabelle groaned inwardly. God help her. He literally said he’s Richard’s enemy, and she’s still bragging about being his fiancée? That’s like playing hopscotch on a landmine. Lucas’s expression darkened, voice snapping like a whip. “Untie you? Do I look that stupid to you?” He slammed his tumbler onto the table, whiskey sloshing out. “Richard Barton didn’t let my brother go. Now he’ll see what it feels like to lose the ones he loves.”

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

"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

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.

As I stared at Marcus, I felt a tiny twinge of sorry for him, although I still believed my father had his reasons. He had to keep his head and all that he had worked so hard for, and I perfectly understood him. I was still lost in my head when the jarring sound of bottles crashing against the floor broke into my head. I snapped back to the present, and as I fixed my attention to it, I found an opportunity. My feet were swift as I rushed towards the counter where Richard was surrounded by some thugs. He was looking miserable and had lost his usual vigor for life. "What do you think you're doing to my brother?" I asked as soon as I got close enough, causing them to turn sharply towards me.

I never meant for anyone to get hurt. "But sir... You surely can't do this to him. He's your brother's son." Barton, my father's beta pleaded in my defense. He was my father's right hand man when he was alive. My father trusted him with his life, and I do the same with my life as well. After my father died, he became Damian's Beta. Although, I don't think he liked that very much. He and Damian were not really friends from the beginning. "Shut up! Or do you want to join him?" Damian rebuked him and he lowered his head.