Bobby Mercer Four Brothers Novels & Stories

Even the devil head jerked up "How do you mean mister" the judge asked. "That day when my brother was killed, he already called me to come meet him. I arrived when they were dragging Mavis off him" he looked at Mavis "he left in anger, I never knew what happened. But this two guys" he pointed at them "continued beating my brother, I was a coward I have to hide and watch them snap his neck" he said with tears. "I hid it from my mom since until yesterday because of a particular visit" he said and the devil looked my way, did he just guess.

His four best brothers burst out again in their laughter. Then, the bell rang. The first lesson would soon begin. Erito Ricky and his four best brothers returned to their seats. Yet, deep inside his heart and mind, Fin Hubert kept thinking about Erito Ricky’s reaction a moment before. Being a very sensitive and sensible person, definitely, Fin Hubert had got a bit suspicion about how Erito Ricky had reacted to his hug a moment before.

It’s been two minutes. Bobby finishes the food and sets the empty container on the coffee table. He leans back, brows furrowing, and looks at me. “I am sorry, Arch. I’ve been a shitty brother.” “Yeah,” I agree. “You have.” “It’s just…it’s so hard, you know?” “No,” I say honestly. “I don’t.” He rubs his forehead, becoming agitated. “I can’t explain it. It’s just there. Inside. Deep inside.”

Now that he knew, what was the point? “Just stop,” Marcus said with a shrug. “Her brother’s a hacker. He’ll figure it out if you keep going.” Benson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Her family’s really something else. Her eldest brother is a big-shot CEO in the US. The second one’s a senior military officer, and the third is a hacker? Damn. What about the fourth brother? What’s his deal?” Marcus shrugged, his expression indifferent. He hadn’t bothered to investigate the fourth brother, and honestly, he didn’t care.

“I never thought brothers could differ so much.” “Oh, believe me, they can,” Mel says, her voice a little sharper now, relief sliding in through sarcasm. “I have four of the things, and they’re all different. They range from psycho to serious.”

He arched a brow as he motioned to all of me with the chocolate in his hand. Although every bone in my body was telling me to jump out of the car and run as far away from him as possible, my fear failed to override my open mind. “Mercy,” I said softly. “My name is Mercy…Carter.” I saw it: the intrigued glint that flashed in his eyes. “Any relation to Levi Carter?” Aaaand here we go. “He’s my brother,” I confessed, and while a part of me was afraid that he’d urge me to get the hell out of his truck and away from him—like most guys did—I couldn’t help but feel proud knowing that his name carried so much weight.

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN)⁠◜⁠✧ They left me. The brothers had refused to tell me who Rebecca was to them, their faces shuttered and evasive. They'd exchanged glances filled with something I couldn't read—guilt? Shame? Fear?—and then they had left. All four of them. Hours had passed since they walked out that door, and none of them had returned. The silence in my room was deafening, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind outside my window and the distant sounds of the packhouse settling in for the night.

A life where I wasn't Ivy the politician's wife, but Ivy, the girl who drag-raced on weekends and hung out with the only people my father hated. The Mercer Brothers. The thought of them sent a jolt of electricity down my spine. Dangerous. Wealthy. Criminal. They were my brother’s best friends. They were the kings of the city’s underworld. And they were the ones who told me to run, to find a nice guy, to stay away from the darkness. Well, I listened. I found the nice guy. And he just cut my heart out.

Then Mercer Hayes happens and unfortunately for her he’s worse than Bryan. MERCER HAYES Age: 29 Position: Defenseman / Bryan’s best friend. Known around the league as being brutal on ice,terrifying in fights but impossible to provoke emotionally. Mercer is the guy hockey fans call “The Wall.” He’s Six-foot-four, covered in tattoos and he’s got a Permanent resting murder face. He’s the player other teams hate because he protects his teammates like violence is a love language but unlike Bryan’s cold obsessive intensity, Mercer is calmer.

"He told me to protect you tonight. It's hard for me to think when I am touched." "What's it like?" "The touch? It like being wrapped in a nice warm blanket while being buried balls deep in a good woman." I couldn't keep my giggle from escaping. I could feel the alcohol getting to me, or maybe that was the excited energy jumping around inside me. It was charged, possibly from Karma's interjection, but it wasn't making me sick. The door to the bar opened. The bar slowly grew silent. I looked over at the entrance. Four brothers walked through the door. Two of them carried a body.