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He stepped closer, hands visible in non-threatening move. “I’m Matteo. David’s brother. He asked me to come pick you up saying there’s a family matter he would like to discuss with you privately. He is tied up with a meeting, but he’ll join us shortly.” My stomach tightened. David had never mentioned a brother not even once. But the man pulled out his phone, turned the screen toward me. It was a photo of him and David, arms slung around each other at some event years ago. David looked younger, almost happy.

I pointed out. "And you should have drunk a little at least." He scoffed. "I bet you'd have been giving me a story way better than your hot sibling stalking you through school platforms." I raised my eyebrow at him and he sighed. "I'm so sorry Kay. Please blame it on this horrible hangover." I shook my head as he put an arm around me. "I really want to understand what spiciness is happening between you and your hot stepbrother." "No spicy anything is happening, Cameron." I replied closing my locker door. We made our way to our first class through the scanty hall.

I smelt a strong familiar scent come closer. "Sophia?" I hear. Brody's voice. "I'm in the kitchen," I reply to him. I hear his footsteps approach the kitchen. "Hey mom," he greets Charlotte and hugs her. "I just wanted to check up on you," he says facing me. He said HE wanted to check up on me but apart of me felt like Titus sent him here. Brody is a Beta. He doesn't have time to just randomly check up on people. I know that there are reports of rogue attacks. My dad told me a few days ago about them. He talks about endless paperwork. The Scarlet Moon Pack probably has more paperwork than Blue Crescent.

Kyle and Xavier responded in unison. “My stepbrother, Brody, worked for so many people and I doubt anyone would have actually gotten the correct list of people he has worked for. He worked for both the rich and the poor. There’s the time he laboured for the Richards, then he met his wife when working on her parents farmland, he helped the Delta to hunt animals since he’s aged and his daughters are all married, he also worked for the Beta for some period of time, he has...” “Wait, did you just say the Beta?” Xavier asked, looking surprised.

Henry nodded in agreement, feeling grateful for his brother’s unwavering support. That day, Henry beats the shit out of Cody and his friend, proving that no one messes with his brother. Xavier stood proudly by Henry’s side as they walked away from the confrontation, knowing that their bond was unbreakable. Henry felt a sense of relief and empowerment, grateful to have a brother like Xavier, who always had his back.

As I sat next to him, Brody poured a drink into a shot glass. "Here," Brody handed me the glass, "have a drink." I drank it in one gulp. He's very friendly. Is he really a mafia boss? "So how was your concert in Brazil, what was it called?" asked Brody, smoking his cigar. "Good. We managed to perform very well. The crowd likes us,” I answered stiffly. “Good,” said Uncle Brody, “have you considered my invitation?” "About?" I said, "I'm sorry. Too much has happened to me lately."

She nipped his lower lip gently and she could feel him half-smile against her mouth. His hand slid higher over her smooth back, to just below the clasp of her bra. His hand was so big she imagined it could span her entire back. With a practiced flick of his wrist and fingers, he opened the clasp. Sasha felt her bra loosen, but she was lost in a maelstrom of lust so strong that she wanted nothing more than for him take the weight and fullness of her breast into his palm—which he promptly did, sliding his whole hand around her ribs as if loath not to caress every part of her. The sensation was so shockingly electric that she gasped and wrenched her mouth from his, breathing jerkily.

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"

I rolled my eyes at this dramatic guy. “Let me get this straight. That new guy is your sister’s ex?” I nodded. “So, you are the one who beat him up that day?” And again, I nodded. Bryan thumped my working table in frustration. “Fucking hell! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?! I could help you to beat him up! Fuck, we can kill him together!” Bryan is now pacing back and forth while knitting his brow, as if he is making plans inside his head to murder someone. He suddenly turns around and look at me seriously, “we can kidnap him this afternoon and w-”

he laughed. “Yes, we would,” Achilles said coldly. “So, you would. Are you working with Russo?” Brody looked at him with disgust. “I work only for the government,” he hissed furiously. “Everyone else is just a pawn.” “So, for POTUS?” He doesn't answer. Achilles looked at me again and I nodded, rolling off the right foot’s small toe. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Brody squealed. “Shit, that was a tough one,” Emilio laughed, watching us. He has already almost beaten him half to death yesterday, so he was much more relaxed now.