Dave Franco Brother Novels & Stories

“I’m Zandra.” “I know, Ms. Franco." “How long have you worked for the Boss, Damien?” He sighs, lowering the spoon. “I don’t work for my brother, I work with him.” My eyes widen slightly at the revelation. “I knew you guys were brothers!” Damien takes a step back, setting aside the food he’d prepared for me. There’s a shifty quality to him, like he’s always on his toes, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The only question is what’s he so afraid of?

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Shit. He stepped back and let two of his soldiers come in. Jimmy and Fran were brothers who looked nothing alike. They were the same height, and that was where the familial resemblance ended. Jimmy was a lanky guy with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Fran ‘Never call me Francis,' on the other hand, was stocky, built like a fucking train, and had a shaved head with light brown eyes. They were also my best tail team. Jimmy nudged his brother. Fran rolled his eyes. "Where do you want me to start in the timeline?" he asked me, his voice low and raspy.

I said slowly, “that we just broke into your old roommate’s million-dollar beach house?” “Not broke in,” Ethan corrected, voice calm. Too calm. “Borrowed. Temporarily. He’s in Spain for the next three months shooting that documentary. House sits empty. We’re just… house-sitting.” “Without telling him,” I pointed out. Noah shrugged. “He’d say yes if he was around to ask. Probably. Anyway, we’re here now. No point crying over un-sent texts.” I stared at my brother like he’d grown a second head. Noah had always been reckless—jumping off roofs into pools, sneaking into concerts, the whole cliché—but this felt different. This felt like actual trespassing. With consequences.

“I wouldn’t expect him to leave work just to come get me.” Stacy scoffed. “That man is unbelievable. What kind of brother doesn’t even check on his sister? All he does is send random gifts like that makes up for everything.” I laughed softly, trying to act normal. “He’s always been like that,” I said. “You know how busy he is.” “Girl, I know he’s running the country’s top company and all that,” she said, “but that’s not an excuse.” I could already imagine her rolling her eyes.

The young man nodded affirmatively. "I've seen him a couple of times at Martin's house; Martina's brother is Dara's brother, his wife. He's a widower with two children, and he's a good guy. He has a software manufacturing and sales company with his twin brother, although the latter, according to what I heard, is a mercenary. He was a soldier in the Italian forces and asked for a discharge to go to the dark side, and that one is dangerous," Franco replied sincerely.

She called a code for me that I typed into the computer and an old file opened. I tried to check the date that the file was recorded but the access was denied. I carefully read through and wept. Mr. Westwood and I had come in contact before? How? Where? When? I had been hearing of Liam Westwood, owner and founder of Westwood Biotech but I have never once seen him let alone shake hands with him. How come this file read that, I had been involved with Mr. Westwood and his company before? Then a message popped up on my phone. “I’ll pay you more, if you can work directly under me,” I read the message with knitted brows.

The man in his blonde undercut hairstyle greets and hugs June warmly, sending a signal he has missed her for a long time. "Oh, James. You are a man now." June returns the hug and pats his shoulder gently. Then, she releases as her stares caressing James' charming visual. "Have you hit on few girls in Milan? I'm pretty sure you've got a girl in your arms." June teases her beloved younger brother.

Please don't notice the emotional train wreck happening over here,’ she prayed silently. "Let's sit and dine together as a family, Marco," Stefano said, all easy warmth. Marco slid into the seat opposite her, moving with the unbothered grace of someone who thought he co-owned the goddamn room. "Serena," Stefano said proudly, "this is Marco Sanchez—my consigliere, my best friend, and my brother... from another mother." He grinned with something that seemed like happiness, gratitude? And Brother? Perfect. Just what she needed. A second-hand brother with first-class boundary issues.

Sloane called that night. "Heard about the letter," she said. "Are you okay?" "Define okay." "I'm coming over." "Don't. It's not safe." "Don't care. I'll be there in twenty." She hung up before I could argue. Sloane arrived with takeout and a bottle of wine. "You look like crap," she said. "Thanks." She sat down and poured us both glasses. "So," she said. "My brother showed up in a panic and left with his security team. Any idea what that's about?"