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Moe had hopped off his stool to shake Brandt's hand. "Brandt, this is Moe and my mother, Roberta." Brody came in at that moment. "And this is my little brother, Brody. Brody, this is my date, Brandt." Brody just gave a little wave and went to the fridge. He grabbed a juice pouch and went back to his room. I looked at Brandt apologetically, "He's gaming right now." As if that explained it all and it does if you are or know a gamer.

Alex wanted to protect Anna and the others, while Brodie wanted to protect Lenny and the rest of the family, so the energy from the punch did not disperse. However… Brodie let out a scream and took three steps back, leaving three footprints on the ground. He cradled his arm with horror and pain on his face. The bones in his arm had completely shattered. But, he was a true Nascent Soul expert! On the other hand, Alex stood there steadily with an unchanged expression, as though he was not the one who had launched the punch earlier.

“I was going to wake Dom, but I figured he’d growl if I disturbed Jennah.” “Good call.” Brody perched on the edge of the table that housed the least amount of equipment. “Veronica is onto it now—I was right, a large portion of it is formulas and scientific stuff, but…” He turned in the chair and grabbed up a stack of papers. “It’s what the formulas are for that just sets off so many ‘holy fuck’ bells that had me running to wake you up.” Brody held out his hand for the pages. “Alright, break it down for me.” With gritty eyes from lack of sleep he looked over the words and diagrams on the paper, but he couldn’t translate what he was reading.

he said to himself then pulled away the ugly and scarred mask off his face. "My name is Broderick Alessandro. I'll forever remain the most powerful man in NorthHill," Ba said very strongly and powerfully. Ba is Broderick Alessandro. He had been a genius every since he was young, he learnt coding at a very young age and had helped many companies develop a website but beyound that, he had built a world popular digital product that was competing with the likes of F******k and I*******m.

It would look like just another bit of random trash on the ground, hopefully. Zane stepped into the closet, and tossed a brown paper bag at him. Leo opened it to see several sandwiches, an apple, and a bottle of juice. “Thanks,” Leo said. Zane shrugged. “Rory’s orders. I’d’ve let you starve.” “Your brotherly affection knows no bounds,” Leo said. Zane shook his head. “Brothers? You wouldn’t even make me your beta.” “And you’re doing better with the Rogues?” Leo asked.

I leaned closer. Not ledgers. Not business files. Journals. I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. But my hand was already moving. I opened the one on top.

This was a battle for the mind, not the streets. Madison led us through narrow alleyways, glancing at every reflective surface. “He doesn’t just attack,” she said quietly. “He observes patterns, anticipates micro-errors, and forces internal doubt. Stepbrother, you stay central. Observe, integrate, but guard against manipulation. Trust the rhythm—but question perception when necessary.” Stepbrother’s eyes narrowed, fully present. “Observation without dominance. Anticipation without control. Psychological manipulation identified and mitigated. Integration remains absolute.”

“What’s your fucking problem?” “But he’s really your stepbrother, right?” he looked hopeful. I don’t honestly know what’s the point of this conversation. “So? What is it to you?” We’re off, aren’t we? Be a fuckin’ responsible ex, Howard and stop bugging me.” I said firmly. He shook his head like my words were useless anyway.

I excused myself from the group I was with and made my way over to her. "Hey, Liv," I said, giving her a one sided hug that she didn't return. Her eyes were screaming at me, as I held onto her arm. "How's it going?" She smiled, tightly. "Not bad," she said. Lacrosse guy seemed confused at the intrusion, “Who is he?” He asked Olivia. “My step-brother.” “Oh…nice to meet you man,” He stretched his hand at me with a smile but I didn't accept either, frowning at the hand and at his face.

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.