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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

“I don’t care if you have to turn this city inside out. Franco De Luca doesn’t vanish.” One of his men, Sergio, limped forward with blood running down his arm. “Boss… we tried. He had an exit planned. Cars waiting. People on the inside helping. He’s—” Alessandro’s hand shot up, silencing him. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence with ‘gone.’ He’s my brother’s problem. My family’s cancer. I won't lose to my family.” Lorenzo shifted uncomfortably beside him, glancing toward the door like he wanted to chase Franco himself. Alessandro noticed, and his jaw tightened.

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

"Is it possible that you don't have the money, Kevin? Why act like you're loaded if you don't have the cash? I'm definitely not footing the bill for the rooms!" "Didn't you say you had the money? Hurry it up! I'm still waiting for you to treat me to the trip!" Jacob faltered, his explanations trailing off as he struggled to deal with the situation. I wasn't sure what Dad told them, but he finally managed to get away from them and called me again. He sounded desperate as he hurried me along, yelling, "You insolent brat! What's taking so long?" I refused to play along this time. "I'd like to help you, but Jacob was supposed to be the one treating everyone during this trip, Dad. I, as his young

- A l e x - "Valentino," I said, walking up to my brother who sat down in his office with one of his strippers perched on his lap. He let go of the fistful of her brown straight hair before turning to look at me. "Fratello, a cosa devo il piacere?" Valentino spoke with a grin of mischief on his face. [Brother, to what do I owe the pleasure ] I chuckled unenthusiastically. He knew what I was here for, and he also knew my patience wasn't something to be tested. I watched as he pointed towards the door before giving her a smack on her bottom as she got up.

Dave was Jeremy’s brother who probably doesn't know the exact work his brother was into. “Your brother? Jeremy brings me to school on certain days and takes me back to the villa. You really don't know?” Dave was confused and realizing I was telling the truth, he got angry and felt rather betrayed. “You mean my older brother has been working for your..husband and his family? Like working for the Mafia and I never knew? It's all making sense now”. He sounded teary and honestly I felt bad seeing him leave the hall. I could feel his pain and I wonder how he'd feel when he hears the extent his brother has dipped himself into the Mafia world.

Francisco exploded as soon as I hung up. “He wants to meet. Didn’t we give him our word that once we saved the girls—” He glared at me as his hands clenched tightly at his sides. “Who are you looking for?” he asked me with a scowl, making me sigh. “Francisco—” “Who?” He slammed his fists on top of my desk. If he wasn’t my brother… “You’re—Santoro’s other son.” I replied through gritted teeth, not willing to acknowledge that fūcker as a Blanco. If he was raised by Santoro, he couldn’t be trusted. It’s best Francisco started thinking as such too.

I almost wished Carlos had reported something to Karious, just to validate my innocence. "Let's refocus on our current situation. So, Franco and Lorence are truly brothers?" I inquired, steering the conversation back to its critical course. "Yes, Lawrence was the legitimate son. Franco is the illegitimate child. After Lorence passed away, Veronica married Franco a few months later."

she said with tears, he then slipped the ring in her finger, it fits like a glove. My new brother who is yet to know his name started clapping so did I, he looked at me And smile, but I could see sadness hidden in it, I shook it off since it's not possible The marriage went by fastly as if he already made all necessary arrangements, Even before he proposed, I didn't get to spend much time with my new brother, His name is Mavis, everybody in our school know he is my brother now Though we have a different surname, he is Okafor and I bears the name of my father, Arinze