Dave Franco Brother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“No.” Cloe pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and put it over her knees. The apartment was quiet around them. Outside the city moved in its steady nighttime way, unmoved by any of it. “Dave has a brother,” she said. “A twenty-six year old brother who has been looking for his father for fourteen years and found an article about his father’s ex-wife instead.” She pressed her hand against her sternum. “What do I do with that.” Mac looked at her. “What do you want to do.”

He sighs and ends the call without another word to the man on the other side. “You should be happy we are letting you live. There is next to no one coming through the doors of this mansion that leaves without being family or in a coffin.” I glare back at him before I turn away and walk over to my boxes. “I am Franco by the way. Nino is my little brother and I will be forever thankful that you saved his life.” “You guys have a strange way of showing gratitude!” He chuckles behind me.

She just wanted to turn everyone's focus on something else so she tried to change the subject of all the suspicion. Dave and Frank both got stunned at the sudden question. Dave's men didn't know about the brothers' relationship, for them, Dave doesn't have any siblings. Neither did they want to let anyone know. "She is right. Make sure this man does not leave here without my permission. Take this man out of here, first let me deal with this one.", Dave replied with a stern voice pointing her eyes at the girl who was asking about his brother's presence. Dave was a little hurt when he couldn't say that he was his brother and he has all the right to ask her. But he couldn't just destroy all thi

She asked with her arms crossed. Franco didn't reply because he didn't feel like talking about it. He didn't like the fact that he used to be an errand boy for the woman that murdered his junior brother. He clenched his fist tight and didn't escape Brenna's notice. "Jugging from the way you're behaving, I'm guessing you were no one important before your accident, you're not a hidden CEO nor a rich guy so how are you coming to pay me back over five million?" She asked.

“You are in front of the man who owned the name you uttered. My cousin. My brother. The King of the Mafia.” He gasped as my grip tightened. His eyes watered, fear plastered all over his once attractive face and eyes. “You still dare lie to me? I will give him the pleasure of ripping your soul out of your body.” He groaned before I withdrew my grip. “Franco.” Franco immediately walked towards us with a knife in his hand. He handed it to Sol and went back to his post. Sol gladly accepted the knife. “His face is off limits, fratello.” He raised a brow inquisitively. I smirked in response. “I have plans.”

"My dad will give you money, Damien—," "Oh, I know he will, and its money he owes me. It was just my luck that Cade fell for the uppity Princess, and lives with her. Now I have an easy advantage to get my money back, and if your dad refuses, I'll just knock off his kid, or sell her into the ring. Either way, I'll get my money." Vomit climbs my throat. "What does my dad owe you money for?" I ask. "Well," he says, making a sharp left turn. "He doesn't exactly owe me, your brother does, but your dad took the brunt of it. Who would have thought a privileged kid like your brother would fall into cocaine?"

I groaned, literally. "Really? I should stop?" Are you not the cause of this? If you had shot Lando as I told you then my dear brother won't be in this condition! You're a coward Dave, that's what you are! Can you give me a valid reason why you didn't shoot him? Are you related to him in a way that you couldn't pull a common trigger? Oh, how did I forget, he used your name for his safe back in Michigan so I'm sure you guys have some connection. Maybe you planned this together with him to ruin me. It was your plan all along, Dave. My family was being maltreated by Lando and yet you didn't tell me. He even abused them and still, you didn't tell me instead you also played your part. Did I not t

Dakota Delaune Franco's father was so mad at his son for making a big mistake. Franco damaged some products and sent it to one of our customer causing them to get hospitalized. I still don't know the detail because my father pulled me out of it. Franco was kicked out from France for the time being which I'm so so glad that he did this. His father took over and Angelo was not having it. He was more than mad and he looked like he's ready to let Silware go. Silware was all over the news and it was hard for them to fix this mess. Angelo was working day and night for the pass 2 weeks.

“You are in front of the man who owned the name you uttered. My cousin. My brother. The King of the Mafia.” He gasped as my grip tightened. His eyes watered, fear plastered all over his once attractive face and eyes. “You still dare lie to me? I will give him the pleasure of ripping your soul out of your body.” He groaned before I withdrew my grip. “Franco.” Franco immediately walked towards us with a knife in his hand. He handed it to Sol and went back to his post. Sol gladly accepted the knife. “His face is off limits, fratello.” He raised a brow inquisitively. I smirked in response. “I have plans.”