Beware Of The Brother Novels & Stories

My knuckles still stung slightly, but I ignored it, pushing it aside the same way I pushed everything else aside. He stayed where he was, watching me, his expression unreadable now, but I didn’t care anymore. There was nothing left to say. Nothing that mattered. I turned and started toward the door, my steps steady again then I stopped. Something crossed my mind, sharp and deliberate, and I turned back just enough to look at him. “Brother,” I said. He didn’t respond, just stared at me. A smile played at my mouth as I held the door knob. “How bad are you in bed that your wife wants to leave you and marry me.”

The door shut, leaving Salome and Lydia staring me wide eyed, their earlier argument completely forgotten in the face of this new, real danger. I turned back to the window with my hands clasped tightly behind my back, but I no longer saw my reflection. I saw the dark, treacherous woods of the northern ridge. I saw the face of my brother, who I had betrayed. And I sent a silent, desperate vow into the clear night. Hold on brother, I am coming.

April said, furrowing her eyebrows. "Go check online, the world already labeled you Orion's second sister. Many of them out there don't even know whether you are blood related or not. If anything romantic should happen between you two, it would cause a quake in the media world. You know how brutal the media can be, they are going to tear you apart like a meat thrown to a lion after one week of starvation." "Wow, you sure know how to exaggerate," April said. "I'm just trying to enlighten you, April. The one who will suffer the most here is my brother, he has much to lose in comparison to you," Carlene said.

I mutter, already knowing they've seen and heard too much. The last thing I need is anyone too far in my fucking business—even if they are my brothers. "Where-" Gator starts, blinking at me like a confused child. "I don't fuckin' know," I snap. "Go walk around. Find a churro stand. Just get lost." Hammer claps Gator on the shoulder with a grin. "C'mon, let's go visit your brothers. Maybe one of 'em's got a bigger head than you."

She laughed, looking gleeful. I figured it was a good thing they'd confessed. "And what if I say no?" Jonah's expression fell, and he immediately frowned. "Then don't blame me for what happens next. I have a thousand ways to drag your name through the dirt." My sweet little brother I'd raised had grown into a venomous and cruel stranger. The meeting ended on bad terms.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

I could tell by the way his shoulders stiffened whenever someone looked at him, or how he scanned the crowd like he was trying to read every face. Between classes, he leaned close and whispered, “It could’ve been anyone that night. Anyone who left early, or anyone sober enough to drive.” I swallowed hard. “What if they tell?” His jaw flexed. “Then we’re screwed.” --- That night, while I was trying to convince myself I was just being paranoid, my phone buzzed. One new message. From a number I didn’t recognize. When I opened it, my stomach dropped. "You’re fucking your step-brother".

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

“I’m not your problem, so don’t worry about me. Besides, my guess is, if I can’t make this spell work, your brother will kill me anyway.” “He won’t kill you.” He says quietly. “You don’t know that.” I say. “I’m pretty sure I know my brother better than you do, Maeve.” He says it almost gently, almost like he’s trying to reassure me that his brother won’t kill me. I’m not buying it. I’ve been around too many wolves that do whatever they want, my family ending up dead as their collateral damage.

Alexander I had no idea how many people Katherine Weillman invited to this place. I had stepped onto the deck expecting something quiet. Maybe a drink, a small activity but damn it. A handful of distant relatives I hadn’t seen in years and not to miss out on Noah, my half-brother. I looked away, not ready to start another pointless conversation with him. He'sky brother, yes but he’s just like Derrick, spoiled to the bones, made to feel like a gem.