Brother Gerard Way Novels & Stories

Gerard stood up and slapped Danton when he realized he had not repented. Violet grasped Danton tightly, her heart racing with confusion. "Mr. Pulmano, who is that young man? You—" Gerard ignored Violet and made a phone call. "Brother, this is Gerard. I have something to tell you." The person on the line was Danton's father, Gerard's eldest brother, Moris Pulmano. Moris had just fallen asleep; he was in a daze. He asked, "What is the matter? It's late."

Gerald shot back calmly, “but I do know when something’s wrong for me. I never should’ve been part of this in the first place. I have a decent life now. That world, your world, isn’t mine anymore.” Salvatore smirked, exhaling a plume of smoke. “A decent life?” He scoffed. “Decent doesn’t buy loyalty when you’re bleeding on the floor. Decent didn’t stand by you when you had no feeling. When you had no one to comfort you, we did. The brotherhood did. We were there when no one else was.” Gerald’s gaze flickered, hardening. “And I acknowledge that. I’ll always acknowledge it. But I’m not yours to command anymore.”

Gerard challenged, I looked up and eyed him. "How do you mean?" I asked naively. "Naive", He pointed out quickly, "I guess that explains why you are here,". Gerard looked away for the first time, He drew a long breath while closing his eyes, before he turned his attention back to me. "I rarely speak on people's issues, But It's Honestly not the best feeling to see a person Who is my younger sister's age, being toyed with." "I do not understand". I said still confused.

Just a thief wearing a dead man’s crown. Gerald walks in a few minutes later carrying a bottle of whisky and two glasses. He pours for both of us. Notices me staring at Mario’s portrait. “He was a fine man,” Gerald says. “And very smart,” I add. “You two had a pretty good relationship.” “You know he was my buddy.” “Hmm.” Gerald takes a sip from his glass. “It’s sad what happened to him. He was my brother. I loved him.” The lie rolls off his tongue so easily. So naturally.

When my father came down twenty minutes later to tell me about the estate and the extraction team and the plan we were supposedly going to execute together, I nodded along and asked the right questions and played the role of the grateful son who was finally getting the help he needed. But while he talked, I was thinking about Gerard. The mole who had been feeding information to Cross for years, the man who knew the layout of that estate better than anyone. My father thought Gerard was in the wind, but I had been doing my own investigation, and I had found something my father's analysts had missed. Gerard had a sister in a small town three hours north of the city, and he visited her every mon

“Gerrard is planning to team up with others to take you down. I will tell you all about it, but first, I need to know my father will be safe.” There was a long silence from the other end, “If your information is good, consider it done.” I told him everything I had overheard, explaining Gerrard’s plans, the alliance he was making, and what he was offering. Sir Bruno listened quietly, and when I was finished, he simply said, “You’ve done well. For now.”

Her fist was clenched and her face was red with anger. Alexander was not stupid. He could assess the situation pretty well. He knew his brother and what lecherous character he had. If he could be fooled by Gerard’s words, he didn’t deserve to become the next heir of the Lancaster family. Besides, the woman in front of him was most likely his Selena Ashford. Only he could tease and taste her, other men couldn’t! Gerard thought his little brother would believe him and cleaned up his mess like before. So he courageously spoke.

“Gerard is not coming back. He abandoned you in your time of need, the hardest part of your life, and died miserably like the coward he was.’ “Stop.’ I whispered. “And he is your brother. The realms have always praised him for being so powerful, but to me, he’s nothing but a loser. And I have seen nothing he ever contributed to the realms in his entire life. The only thing he did was to spill his seed in you and boom, he was gone.’ “The people loved him…”

“We can talk elsewhere.” Gerard laughed—loud, carefree, like this was all just a joke to him. “You don’t have to be scared of me, brother. And your girl…” His hand tugged at my hair again. “Wouldn’t be bad if I had a taste, right? Brothers always share.” I nearly gagged. Mario’s face went blank, which was somehow worse than anger. “You know,” Gerard mused, his grip tightening, “she almost looks like—” “Enough!”

I didn’t know how else she could keep up such a constant stream of friendly chatter. Ernie was the other brother, and at eighteen the youngest member of the pack to have a pup. He excitedly showed me photos of a little girl with ribbons in her pigtails and a smiling woman who must be her mate. I smiled and told him they were beautiful and fought not to cry. I didn’t even have a photo.