Brotherhood Envy 소설 & 이야기

"It will do both of us good if you just dropped dead right now. I took everything from you? You never had anything. You want my company? The one my own dad left behind for me? I left my life behind, I gave up everything and worked so hard to get it to where it is today. You think I will just hand it over to you like that? Where were you when I was working hard? Where were you? I know, in my shadow as usual blaming me for all the misfortune that has ever happened to you and envying me instead of doing something for yourself." He paused. "You are so blinded by your hatred for me and your envy that you can't even see you are the one at fault and you should wake up to reality and touch some gras

Jaxon I meet up with the rest of the boys under Jace Grey’s founded Brotherhood. We talk politics, NBA, girls—typical distractions for men like us, pretending we still have normal lives when the truth is, we’re far from it. The Brotherhood isn’t just some frat for bored rich kids with unresolved trauma. It’s a movement, or at least that’s how we like to see it. A rebellion disguised in cigars, laughter, and whiskey. But we know better—we’re angry men with unfinished business.

“But there’s an update on your brother’s death.” The word brother hit harder than it should have. My jaw tightened. I dragged in smoke, slow and controlled. “What update?” I asked flatly. “I thought you idiots cleared his death of any scheme. You told me it was clean. Drunk driver. No connections.” I had earlier suspected the Hunters Brotherhood. Our rivals. Manhattan’s other apex predators. They were always pushing at our borders, always testing our patience, but we had a treaty. No touching a finger on family or lovers or children.

“Those guys at the table are my brothers. Not by DNA, but definitely by blood. They’re not your typical-looking, mild-mannered, sweet guys, but under all those muscles and protein powder, scars and gruffness, tattoos, and whatever clothing they choose to wear—and they have very unique styles—are hearts of gold. Old hearts. Hearts that have seen too much life, brutal ones sometimes. We’re a brotherhood. And while they don’t give a flying pig of a farge about who thinks what about them, if you insult them or tell them they’re bad men, I will…I will…” “What?” Sharon brow arches daringly. She’s totally unaffected by my tough mguy speech. “You’ll what? Kidnap me all over again? Lock me in a room?

“It’s time for you to face the consequences of the choices you’ve made.” Adam’s father’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions crashing against his consciousness. His brother’s confession was like a floodgate opening, revealing a past that had been hidden beneath layers of deceit. “You took everything from me,” Ariak’s voice grew bitter, tinged with a resentment that had simmered for years. “Our father handed over his empire to you, leaving me with nothing.” The room seemed to grow smaller, the air becoming stifling as the truth unfolded before him. His brother’s bitterness, the envy that had consumed him, it was all coming to light in this tense conversation.

"What, for example?” "Lack of humanity," he said, seeming to shudder too. "Women are used as animals. Both to enter the Brotherhood, and to be kept as captive. Boys learn to kill without fear, and this transforms a man's soul. I've always been tough, but, I must admit, little bourgeois, your brother scared all the shit on my body. And I'm not exaggerating. That kind of coldness is very peculiar. It almost made me think that he had never had a father or mother in his life. It almost made me think that he never had someone he cared about. There are psychopaths and maniacs, and there are people like your brother.” "I know," I spoke in a low voice. "And I'm not proud to have shared that family t

His eyes are already bloodshot when I finally stand in front of him, his skin looking sallow, and it's clear that he's been in this chair for a while. Disgust wars inside me with a strange sense of pity as I look at the man in front of me. Despite the fact that it's a dog-eat-dog world in organized crime, there's a certain sense of brotherhood between warring families. Even enemies can see the good in one another, understanding that it's the competition that pushes us all to be the best we can be. My taking over his businesses and luring away his men wasn't personal; it was just how things go. It is clear to me from the dejected expression on his face and the overwhelming scent of whiskey th

“You don’t have to stay long.” That was her trick. Just show up. As if showing up never cost anything. I stubbed the cigarette out harder than necessary and leaned against the counter, rubbing my thumb along the edge of the marble. I could picture it already too many flowers, too much perfume, fake laughter floating through the room like smoke. I thought about Liam. My younger brother loved attention the way some people loved oxygen. He needed it. Thrived on it. And somehow, no matter what he did, people excused him.

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.

NOVA Being back at school is no fun. Being back at home is no fun either. A part of me wishes I'm still at the valley, with Aunt Joan, Marcus, Kol and Chloe. Even though my cousins were immature and brought trouble to their doorstep, I still feel that I wouldn't feel like an outcast if I had stayed there. Enzo fucking released the statement. It made me look like an evil, jealous person. But I should be happy that it did exempt my brother.