Brothers Novels & Stories

And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother' "That's because it wasn't required." Dad's voice rings out, slipping me out of my anxious thoughts. "Fucking hell!" "I got married to his mother three months ago. He has four other siblings." "Oh my God, I can't believe I have five step siblings." My words are followed by a long awkward pause as I stare down at the cup of coffee that I have my hands bind around. What was streaming hot earlier when it was served, had turned cold because I had refused to drink out of it.

Adrian clenched his teeth, “what brother’s code?” “The brother’s code you know, the brother’s code that we have been abiding to for a long time now, are you still going to pretend now? You don’t remember? Fine, the code which states that any one of us who gets a girl can share with us all and it won’t be a problem, do you remember now?” Kevin asked.

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

"You traitor!" Marco grabbed one too. "This is all on you! You ruined everyone!" CRASH! The bottles shattered, and blood streamed down both their faces. They staggered, then collapsed in a heap on the floor. The two brothers lay in a pool of their own blood, unconscious. They had finally destroyed each other over the woman they had both lost.

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

He stared at me for almost a minute before he burst out laughing. “Of course I have siblings, Riri.” “It's just weird because you've never spoken about them, and I haven't seen them compared to Massimo.” He nodded. “My elder sister owns a hospital in Italy. She resides there. My brother is a drug addict slash loan shark. And my elder brother is dead.” My hand slowly went up to my mouth. “Karl, that's terrible, I'm so sorry.” He scoffed. “It's nothing, I'm pretty much alright.” How is he so calm speaking about something this sensitive?

“You fucking broke into my house.” “You’re missing the point.” His voice dropped, dangerous. “We’re brothers, Miguel.” My breath stuttered at the realization, he called us Brothers The word hit like a truck. He stood, slow, deliberate. Walked toward me until the space between us disappeared. “I’m sixteen years older than you. You’re not even twenty-one. But we’ve got the same blood. Same father. Different hells.” My head was spinning. My chest felt tight. “And you’re in the fucking Bratva,” I choked out. “You’re— You’re a killer.”

The Beckham brothers were a force to be reckoned with, a formidable clan of seven siblings who ruled over the criminal underworld with an iron fist. Each one possessed their own unique strengths and talents, yet together, they formed an unstoppable force that struck fear into the hearts of all who dared to cross them.

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.

Does my own brother not pick up his phone for anyone but his little gang members? I glance at Mason, who's engrossed in his book. "Hey, Mason. Do you know where my brother is?" I ask, trying to sound like I'm inquiring innocently. Maybe since he's talking to me, he's willing to give up information that the others won't. He glances up from his book, his eyes narrowed. "I'm not inclined to say," he replies stoically. Fuck.