Bobby Mercer Four Brothers Novels & Stories

"Where is my brother?" Mercer shrugged. "Gone." Her trigger finger clenched. "But you," he continued, "you could be great." Lena's eyes drifted shut. "Join me," Mercer urged. "You want revenge? Power? I can provide it for you." She exhaled slowly. "You think I'd ever work for you?" Mercer smiled. "I think you're out of options." She fired, but he dodged. The bullet grazed his arm. His smirk fell away. "That was a mistake."

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

Bobby said in a serious tone. “Are you sure?” I asked. It was the first time I would see Bobby a bit scared of people. “I once told you I spent some time in a mercenary unit, didn't I?” He asked solemnly. “You did,” I answered. “I also remember that you left when seven of your teammates were killed in one mission.”

Long, tense seconds passed before he stood up and began marching to the complex. "Dude!" Lucas called, the guilt gnawing at him. His friend turned around, and a feeling of déjà vu struck Lucas. The expression on Bobby's face closely resembled that of his sister's when he'd broken the news to her. "I thought we were brothers," Bobby said, his face flushed. "We are!" "Are we? My gramma is on her deathbed, and you're saying you're taking off. All the plans we made, all the talks we had about moving to LA, breaking into the industry... I don't even know what to say."

Her voice grew closer, footsteps approached as I zipped my bag shut, ready to leave. The door swung open, and there they were—Aaron just standing there and Rhoda behind him, looking exasperated. Their gazes flicked to my packed bag, Rhoda’s eyes turned glassy as she took a step forward. “Jo...” she whispered, her voice breaking. I looked at her, ignoring Aaron completely. “Just so you know,” I said calmly, “your brother is an asshole. And yeah, I’ll text you my address in the morning.” I stepped forward, waiting for them to move out of my way.

he said and he was now crying "WE ARE SORRY BIG BROTHER, PLEASE FORGIVE US" they all said together and now victor was in tears too "there nothing to forgive guys, I love you all a lot and can't imagine myself without you guys and I'm glad you'll realised" he said and kabir took everyone in the group hug I was still standing while everyone was in the hug and that time I realized the importance of family and the love of family. I was looking at my brother with an awe. Mafia has hearts to and everyone has stories they don't read out loud. They looked so happy and thats all what I wanted

He just pulled out of the parking area and drove through the city. We eventually stopped at a quieter street and he cut the engine. A few people were walking and only one shop still had its lights on across the road. “Friday,” he said. “Yes,” I responded. He was quiet. “I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen,” he said. I didn’t respond. “And I’m not going to behave as if it was a mistake,” he said. His words were quiet and measured. But his usual composure was missing underneath. “But I need you to know that I know what it means,” he said, finally looking at me. “Where we are. What this building is and what my brother and father are watching for.”

Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what. Rule number ten: Best friends must fix fights before the day ends. Rule number eleven: Best friends never let anyone come between them. And rule number twelve: Best friends forever — no matter what happens. In a few hours, I’ll officially become a tenth-grade student. But before that, there are a few things you should know about me. Sixteen years ago, I was born into a small but beautiful family. There's my younger brother, Christian, and my father who works several jobs so that we can survive.

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

That should be enough to ignite the fire. After just twenty minutes of keeping my beautiful hostage, I sent a chauffeur to take her back home. My work is done for now. ******************************** We would be rounding up with "Like a brother" soon. It's not too late to drop those comments on what you want. You could only imagine what must have been going through Mr Bolds mind to silence him so abruptly..... We will find out in the next chapter if Charles gets to keep his head till the book ends. Don't forget to drop a vote❤️. Thank you for reading. "