Brothers Fix Novels & Stories

The Beckham Brothers POV Rio entered the dimly lit room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his six brothers, the notorious Beckham siblings who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist. Nick, Zion, Leo, Theo, Luca, and Dave, each as formidable as the next, turned their attention to Rio as he delivered his news. "I've found the snitch," Rio declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His brothers leaned in closer, anticipation crackling in the air as they awaited his revelation.

Valen looks to Arden. "...Fix it" Arden can only grit his teeth, stepping around the body on the ground. The only one in the room who was capable of doing such a thing is now nothing more than a tripping hazard. He can’t fix it. He leaned on his brothers for this, concentrating his efforts on other things but it doesn’t stop him from trying. He just does exactly what the other man did, with much the same result. He doesn’t want to do too much because they might just lose the little they have.

It was a small relief, but it didn't absolve me of my actions. "We all make mistakes. Just make sure you fix it." Adam sighed with a firm nod that reminded me of my role in life. His reminder wasn't just about this incident; it was about the responsibilities we all carried. As members of the brotherhood, as brothers, we had duties that extended beyond our personal desires.

Justin glances over at me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. I look up at Dean, “Dean, please.” I try to get through to him again. He shakes his head, “How do I fix whatever you did to my brothers?” He snarls, and I shake my head. “You can’t, all I did was show them the truth.” I tell him, and he growls.

It was worth a shot right? He turned around to look at his brother. “You want to fix things?” His smile still dancing on his lips. “Divorce your wife if you want to fix things.” He said gazing intently at his brother who looked back at him like he had lost his mind.

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.

There was a time when he and Nathan used to play the same way, with which these two little boys were playing. He prayed in his heart that these two would never fall apart. Theo was gazing at them when suddenly one brother fell and got hurt on his one knee. Theo, seeing this, got up from his seat. But before that, the other brother immediately came towards him and started calming him down. By seeing that scene, a memory from the past flashed in his mind.

Then, she's spinning around, eyes narrowing at her brother as she demands he, "fix it - this - now!" His eyebrows knit together, lips opening and closing as if trying and failing to put together an answer - a lost look in his eyes that told them he couldn't even find one. Soon, he's forced to spit out the first one he thinks of - the three words he strings together hardly feeling like an answer yet it's all he has to offer. "I don't... Can't," he stresses, teeth gritting with such a dreadful confession. God, he hated to admit it. Hated the way it sounded, how it felt. Hated everything about it - this. He needed to find a way to fix it.

It was easier for their other friends to hide their marks then it was for the two brothers as they both each had the same name on both wrists while everyone else had one. Williams was distracted from his thoughts as Jedidiah grabbed his right wrist and held it out showing Luca’s name as he held his left wrist beside it showing the match. They were both formed in the same font and were both gray. “Hang in there Luca,” Jedidiah whispered before he kissed both their wrists. Williams was used to his brother doing this little ritual he did whenever he had a nightmare and he knew it comforted the boy. Jackson’s voice traveled up the stairs. “Humans... I’m going to order pizza since it’s getting la

He was angry at his father but had no way of taking it out on him, So, he redirected his frustration towards his stepbrother Jordan, putting the blame on him. But Jordan just took it all with a smile, showing Jason love and support without complaining. He truly was the best big brother Jason could ask for. Feeling overwhelmed, Jason took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, hoping it would bring him some sort of calm or clarity. He took a deep inhale, trying to lose himself in the moment, wanting to forget everything and just focus on his own life. But that was easier said than done, especially when he was on campus. "The fuck, is that Jason?" one of his friends exclaimed.