Brotherhood Ezio Novelas e Histórias

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

I could see someone moving in the shadows, but I couldn’t see his face clearly. "What did you do to me?" I asked, blinking hard, hoping my vision would clear up soon. The figure stood up from the chair and stepped into the dim light. "I didn’t do much. Just a little tap with a gun to the head," he said, swinging a gun in his hand like it was a toy. He laughed—loud and crazy. That’s when it hit me. It was Trey. My own brother. "You should be more worried about what I’m going to do next," he added, laughing again. His voice echoed in the empty warehouse, sending chills down my spine.

“Enoch my brother Enoch is the oldest among us, while Eliot is the second to the oldest, and then Elias is my third brother while Enigma is the fourth brother and I’m the you get among all Enoch is that brother that is ruthless and cold to the outside world, he might looked dangerous but trust me he us the most calmed person among and he's heart is so soft on the inside Elias is that brother that is more like poisonous and venom, he always have that smiley face that you can never tell what his next move will be, but then I can still remember back then when we were kids, I was still learning how to use my powers, some kids from the pack wanted to bully me but Elias fought them so much that th

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.

He looked from Cielo to the strange man and back to Cielo. “Your brother?” he asked and Cielo nodded. “Nice to meet you. I hear you are the city mob boss. I've been wanting to meet you,” the man said with a smile on his face and he couldn't help but notice the accent that accompanied his words. “I know it's pretty hard for you to understand so I'll explain everything.” She walked over to the couch in the middle and sat down. “Enzo is my elder brother. We escaped together when our parents were killed and got separated some days later. We never met each other until very recently when we met under special circumstances.” she explained and it made sense to him now. He was aware she had a brother

It is more irritating because Ezio is crippled—he uses a stick to walk ever since his father broke his leg from losing a bet and losing most of his savings. “What!?” Hazel yelled out in tremor. The anger and disappointment in her voice was clear. I shove my hands in my pocket. It’s not the time to break in yet but I can’t hold in for another minute. I breath out the sulk buckled up in me and closed my eyes.

His expression was unreadable but I could see the disappointment in his eyes. The others were already seated ..Salvatore, Vincent, Enzo’s empty chair and now, Luca’s replacement. I heard his name was Matteo. Of course the brotherhood had to bring him up fast. His sharp features were eerily similar to Luca’s but where Luca had been impulsive and reckless, Matteo was calculated and cold. He was quiet now, observing, assessing, waiting for the right moment to strike. I ignored him for now and took my seat. “You killed a member of the Brotherhood.” Vittorio leaned back in his chair exhaling through his nose.

Enzo was my brother. Not my boyfriend. Not my enemy's son. My mother's child. Lorenzo Moretti's bastard, hidden under an alias for a decade, placed in Dante's household as a wolf among sheep. The man who'd tried to use me as bait, who'd sent assassins to the penthouse, who'd stood on a pier and offered to let me walk away—he shared my blood.

I entered the front seat of the first car, Diego and Martin entered the back while other men took the other two cars. We hit the road. My name is Seth Gonzalez. I work as the right hand man to my older brother, East. The ruthless leader of our mafia. He single handedly built this mafia from scratch into what it is today. He is known for his ruthlessness and deadly acts all over Italy. No one dares joke with him or cross his path cause he will slaughter any offender without mercy. I don't know what got into Patrick that he agreed to work for the zenith brothers. I thought he knows East very well. I thought he knows what East is capable of.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”