Dan Bongino Brother Novels & Stories

One lanky man yells. “3 million!” Another one counters. Darting a glance around the room, I search for any sign of help, but I know it's pointless. My elder brother, the only one who could possibly intervene, is lying in a coma at the hospital. And then, the last person I expect to see strides into the room, commanding attention like he owns the very air we breathe. Nico Demonio. My childhood crush and my brother's former best friend. One of the most dangerous and feared Mafia boss of them all.

When Ronnie saw the man, his whole body became tense like he was a fierce little beast clenching its fists tightly. Holt Duane, the second young master of the Duane family was Ronnie’s elder brother and also half-brother from a different mother. Ronnie was born to the second wife and had a low status in the Duane family. In other words, Gideon would normally care for them, but the rest of the Duane family treated Ronnie and his mother coldly and inappropriately. “Oh, why are you looking so fierce? Do you want to eat me?” Holt laughed mockingly.

I smiled at him and rubbed my eyes as I nodded to him. His car was already parked in some parking area inside a building. It's been a month since we started our relationship. Rhon decided to visit his brother, he used to share with me the story about his brother. How they met him and how he became part of their small yet rich family. His younger brother was his only sibling. And he was always happy when we talked about him, that's why I really wanted to meet him as well, I already saw him in pictures that Rhon showed me but seeing his brother in person would be much better.

“I’m Damian. These are my brothers, Lucian and Ronan.” Lucian, the middle brother, gave me a slow, charming smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His hair was lighter, his expression more playful, but there was still that same intense focus when his gaze dropped to my thighs and then back up. Ronan, the youngest, stood slightly apart. Dark hair, darker eyes, a few tattoos visible at his wrists where his shirt cuffs were rolled. He didn’t smile. He just watched me, silent and unreadable, like he was already peeling layers off me in his mind.

I mean who didn’t know his older brother. Damien freaking Fitzgerald. Boston University legend. NHL bound. NY Islanders and all. But then one day, he just pulled out, saying it wasn’t the scene for him. Which was weird, he was the best the league had ever seen in years. That family. I mean Damien, Cole and Emerson were a really good-looking bunch. I was jealous. And the little one, whatever her name is, she’s adorable too. I wish I had that connection with my little sister. I look out for her especially after what happened. But man, it is hard. Sometimes, too hard.

Eleanor added, joining the conversation. "But it feels a bit unfair. I've been a manager for two years now, and there's been no progress. Is my brother doing this on purpose?" "It only feels unfair to you. Before Axel became the CEO, he worked his way up from the bottom just the same. Your father never handed out high positions without experience, so you must be patient. I'll speak to your brother later and ask about your progress at the office." Julian merely let out a frustrated sigh.

He wasn't an ordinary man but a kin to awaiting enemy whom we invited ourselves. Fuck! "May I know who is he?I mean you already know his family, you've already found out his history,haven't you?"I narrowed my gaze on him,my intestines twisting in uneasiness. "Alessandro De Niro,brother of Stefano De Niro ,the Italian Mafia king who practically rules over the continent's illegal trade. The surname triggered something inside me,I had heard about them. "The very same De Niros,who killed your brothers during a gang war between us when we were in Italy for a common allies' place.Antonio's son Stefano is more fatal enemy than him."Dad told me in a tired voice.

Daniel still followed them dutifully, occasionally keeping an eye on their surroundings. “Oh, do you know who Brandon is?” The question made Naomi frown. “Mr. Cale’s business associate, right?” “That’s correct.” Chris grinned. “But... do you know something interesting?” Naomi’s brow furrowed more deeply. “What do you mean?” Chris laughed when he saw the adorable expression on Naomi’s face. “Brandon is... Don Falcon’s younger brother.” Naomi stopped walking on the spot. That caused Chris, who had continued moving forward, to stop as well and turn around. He found Naomi standing there in silence, her shocked expression impossible to hide.

" All because Dave didn't get the inheritance? I sigh Her eyes blazed. I definitely struck a nerve... Dave Johansson was Colton's half brother and both of them never went along.

Rino didn't wait for another interruption before he was pulling me towards the building and past the sea of guards. "Who was that?” I managed to get out, taking a small peak at him, tension rolled off him in waves. "Nicolo Falcone, brother to Antonio Falcone.” He answered grimly. "They look so alike.” I noted before I could stop myself. Rino's eyes looked down at me, his brows knitted, almost a mixture of worry and blood curling fury. He opened his mouth to speak but then the sound of loud music snapped us out of it. I looked forward to find a sea colors of dresses, tuxedos and more men in black.