Beware Of The Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

A chill ran down her spine when she saw the brothers turn their heads on her in sync. Their hungry eyes, and sinful smirks made her heart skip a beat. Cateleia shied her eyes away, her limbs trembling at the sight of predators preying on her body. The brothers were dangerous men, and their bodies can inflict pain more than pleasure. Why wouldn’t they stop looking at her? There were other girls much prettier and healthier than her.

"I am your brother's wife!" She said squeezing his hand which held her jaw tightly, Serena intended to removed his touch off her but she was failing. Failing miserably. The more she struggled, the more aggressive he was becoming! "Stop saying that, you don't mean it!" Christopher warned with his voice dark and raspy as she hissed this time, her eyes cried two tears of pain and fear both as Christopher’s heart too burnt at the scene of her. She was one woman who made him insane. "I am done waiting for my brother to throw you away to get you, seems like that bastard won't do shit so I have to snatch you away from him!"

It was part truth. “Good,” he said, his jaw tight. “You should.” My wolf growled beneath my skin, and for a moment I felt exposed, vulnerable. And I hated it. But somewhere, beneath the rage and fear, I also felt… gratitude. A thread I couldn’t untangle from the mess of my heart. Then the world shifted again. A shout. A roar. Explosions from across the docks. My brother. He emerged, larger than I remembered, eyes like ice, teeth bared. Around him, wolves moved with precision, a tide of destruction. His hand raised. And I knew without question mass slaughter was coming.

That was the point. I didn’t RSVP or announce my arrival. I slipped in like a ghost, just another man in a crowd of polished, pretentious socialites who clinked glasses and smiled with teeth too white and eyes too hollow. I’ve planned this for weeks. To witness the beginning of my brother’s so-called fairy-tale and then destroy it, piece by piece. I’ve envisioned walking up to Damien with a smirk on my face, telling him in vivid detail how I’d spent a night tangled up with his bride. The woman he was parading around like a trophy.

The memory of the argument in the hallway was still fresh in his mind. Marianna noticed the hesitation immediately. “She didn’t,” she said quietly. “Because her attention was somewhere else.” Liam rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “You’re reading too much into it.” Marianna let out a quiet laugh..“Am I?” “Your brother nearly dies protecting her… and suddenly she can’t leave his side.” “That’s normal,” Liam replied defensively. “Anyone would react like that.” Marianna’s eyes hardened slightly. “No, Liam.”

(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 knew immediately that they were not welcome in the park house. I saw Elias coming out from his mansion, his steps were domineering and they screams of danger, the buttons of his shirt were all left open as he was coming and just then….I saw Enoch and Enigma coming out at the same time, the brother's screams of power with them walking out altogether, Enigma's red hair and his devilish smile made him look like venom, the three brothers all stood fearlessly before the other two and this is when I know that this brothers can actually act as one when it comes to an enemy.

He was wearing the same white shirt he wore the day we first met, looking clean as he walked toward me. He didn't dare touch me. He didn't even dare look up. He simply fell to his knees before me, weeping silently. Then came my brothers—Luca, Matteo, Dante. They stood behind him with their heads bowed like children who had realized they were wrong, kneeling in a row. This time, there was no family honor, no Mafia rules, and no goddamn favoritism. They were just four souls drowning in regret. I looked at them and let out a soft sigh.

One of her brothers, Pietro whispers his warning. ****tbc****

Three days latter these brothers attacked again, but this time the attack was not on the farm lands, it was an attack on two boys who were fighting, the mother had been warning the younger one to stop insulting his elder brother, but he continued and refused to change, that day the mother gave the elder brother a go ahead to prove that he was the elder, and they began a fight, passerby tried to stop the fight but she insisted and the fight started, she kept making basked and pays no attention to the fight, the fight took long but soon the younger one began to beg his elder brother, for he had been well beating, at that time, these two brothers came out of no where and abducted the brothers,