Dave Franco Brother Novels & Stories

“This b&&ch here just broke my arm!” “You know this guy?” I asked Sergio in disbelief. Sergio sighed. “Yes. Franco is my brother.” My eyes widened in anger. “Well, your brother just tried to assault me in the hallway. I tried to shove him off several times and tell him that I was not who he thought I was, but he would not stop.” Sergio turned and glared at Franco. “What the f&&k is your problem, Franco? Did Mama not teach you better?”

"Sure, I'll be running the show in two years, max." I smirk as pleasure floods through me again at his unexpected presence. Regardless of the reason, I'm happy to see him. "I don't doubt it." Like me, Franco has no interest in joining the family business. We've always had that in common. It's what bonded us together in the beginning. We're just two misfits who want to blaze our own trail in the world by choosing different paths for ourselves. Franco graduated with a degree in accounting. He's a whiz with finances. Unfortunately, his chosen area of study is a useful skill set to his father.

The windows were closed and Andrews couldn't see anything else, he already knew that old Dercy would do that, he followed all the way without counting time, without hearing a word, not even seeing where they were taking him, at that moment it was only him by Light, but he was calm, even if it was the last thing he did he would get her out of the Hatawhay's hands, they wouldn't succeed one more time if it depended on Andrews. As soon as the car stopped and they opened the door, he was faced with his brother Anderson, both were identical, however his younger brother had a colder expression. "BROTHER!" Shouted Anderson euphoric coming to hug him. "Little brother..." He muttered dejectedly amids

He muttered suspiciously. “I have asked Cage to gather details of the new generation of Castelli and Abruzzo families. I don't wanna miss anything.” Vene muttered. "Franco has a son named Arrigo. Nobody knows where he is." He said, a soft frown appeared on his forehead. "There's no picture of him." Vene said, pausing. “Dante could help us." He suggested He shook his head. “Let's schedule a meeting after a month with the elders of the families. They could help us better than the current bosses." He said.

Dave said. Ryan looked at him. “I know.” “That’s not a request,” Dave said. “I’m telling you. Leo is my brother. Whatever his agenda is, whatever his connections are, whatever you haven’t finished assessing about his motivations — he is my brother and I have been told he was dead for my entire life and I want to meet him.” Ryan stood. He crossed to the window and stopped beside Dave, not touching him, just present in the way he was always present — large and warm and carrying the weight of everything he knew and was still deciding how to give.

Not because the surgery had happened or the confrontation in the yard or any single moment in the sequence of everything that had brought us to this room. Because Kasey was looking at me and waiting for the truth and I was done being a person who made him wait for it. "Yes," I said. "He is your brother."

he murmured. My fingers trembled slightly as I shook his hand– I felt the heat against his palm. I forced a smile as the air between us was too still, too knowing. I tucked a strand of hair behind my hair, before withdrawing my hand from his. Then I turned to Ezra. “You never told me you had a brother,” I said, forcing a casual tone. Ezra chuckled, giving my arm a playful mean squeeze.

I sighed as I went through a pain stakingly similar financial report that was the exact same to the one before but I had no choice but to go through it, just in case there was a tiny 1% chance that something was different. The current beta, Johnathan knocked on the door before he stepped inside the office. He was Michael's father, seeing Johnathan made me think about that slimy bastard Micheal who seemed to be getting a bit too close to my mate! I let out a low growl and both my father and Johnathan looked at me confused, "what's the matter son?" Asked my father, I could not tell them that I was thinking about the future beta and how he has the hots for my sister who is actually my mate. "Th

He stepped closer, hands visible in non-threatening move. “I’m Matteo. David’s brother. He asked me to come pick you up saying there’s a family matter he would like to discuss with you privately. He is tied up with a meeting, but he’ll join us shortly.” My stomach tightened. David had never mentioned a brother not even once. But the man pulled out his phone, turned the screen toward me. It was a photo of him and David, arms slung around each other at some event years ago. David looked younger, almost happy.

I rubbed my sore backside and muttered, a little guilty, “I didn’t want it. You can’t hit me again…” It’s been three years since I went from a coffee-fetching intern to Vice President Maxwell. Now, all those waiting to laugh at me had to shut their mouths. Tonight, the company was hosting a business banquet. As the president, Leon was naturally the one everyone wanted to toast. I stood at his side, watching him down glass after glass with a cold expression. “Mr. Maxwell, this one’s for you!” A business partner raised his glass. Leon lifted his hand, but I quickly stepped forward, intercepting the drink with a polite smile. “Mr. Kirk, my brother’s stomach isn’t great. I’ll drink this one for