Dearest tycoons: aka my four brothers Novels & Stories

The only family that was there for her. “It’s okay.” A hint of bitterness colored her voice. I reached for her hand and squeezed it gently in comfort. “It’s not okay,” I murmured. “But I’m happy I got to spend all day with you.” From all she had told me, her brother always came through. It could be that he was just late. In four years, I had yet to meet the famous, or infamous, brother. Alessandro Russo. Alessio to those closest to him. Untouchable. Ruthless. Corrupt.

Tyson said looking at the mens in a polite way. "well we couldn't leave a handsome guy like you" one of the man said "I'm Jason by the way these are my two brothers risk and Jade" Jason said with a smile and introduced his two brothers who looked coldly at Tyson then nodded ,they both didn't welcome Tyson if it weren't for Jason who admired beauty they would have leaved him Tyson didn't look offended and just smile looking at the enthusiasm Jason.

They didn't let me know. My fugly twin brother just shrugged. "Oh, and don't get so shock when you see some of you 'friends' in here," He said, putting an emphasize on the word 'friends'. I know. Like I said, my friends are no ordinary people. Their families are filthy rich and they're involve in some sketchy business and stuff that you don't want to know about. "Yow bro," I called so that his attention were on me. "Yeah?" He said. "I don't think I want a spine," I said. And he looks at me with a questioning look.

My father’s second son and his biggest disgrace. The first person to go down. “Welcome,” I murmur, “dear brother, to your hell.”

I never asked him about his family. "What are your brothers like?" I asked him as I started to walk to the coffee shop and he followed. "Arrogant and vain. Especially my oldest brother Diedritch." That was an unusual name. "Oh. I'm sorry. They must not of been very kind to you." He looked at me confused. "They were. They just teased me like brothers do. They weren't mean to me though." He said with a shrug. " they may be arrogant and vain but they have a heart when it comes to some things. Well mostly those things consist of just family if i'm being honest."

He walked with a silver-topped cane, his tailored grey suit immaculate despite the hour. Victor had been more than a mentor to Damian; he had been the father figure Damian’s own cold, distant sire had never been. He was the man who had taught Damian how to read a balance sheet and how to spot an enemy before they drew a blade. Damian trusted him with his life, and more importantly, with the secrets of the Kade empire. "Damian," Victor called out, his voice rich and steady. Damian turned, a rare look of genuine relief softening his features. "Uncle Victor. I didn't expect you until the morning."

She's not a prize to be won, and she certainly deserves better than to be treated like one. Suddenly, Niko pulls out his phone and groans as he glances at the screen. "Shit, it's Dustin. I need to go," Niko says, the displeasure clear on his face. As he leaves, he stops in front of me, his expression deadly serious. "Mace, you're my brother and everything, but if something happens to either of them under your watch, I'll kill you." I don't enjoy being threatened, but I give my Vice President a curt nod.

"You and your subordinate provoked me and have repeatedly cursed me. I'll never let you off! You must die! The two of you!" "So you will kill us? Can you?" Lucien laughs. Tyler stamps his foot. "Don't joke with me!" "When life joked with you, what did you do? Aren't you ashamed that your younger brother is the helmsman of your family and the wealthiest man in Richmond as of now while you have nothing to your name? Are you worthy to throw your weight around me?"

I suppressed a groan as he started speaking again. "C'mon bro! I really need it right now! You're one of the world's richest people! As your little brother I gotta get some leverage too, y'know? Just think about my reputation! What would anyone say if they saw me, The Aaron Stone, the hottest college student, the younger brother of Adrian Stone standing here eyeing a pair of shoes and unable to pay for it? I'll be ruined! I'll be-"

“I just asked if anyone was bothering you. I'll handle it if they are.” “You never handle it,” I murmured and rolled my eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?” He called asked in confusion. “I always make sure that you are okay.” "Again, Jason, are you blind or deaf? Or both?” I asked, called my hands on my hips and hoped my brother was smarter than he was acting. “Are you that darn dense?” His face scrunched up as he stood from the table, placed his palms flat against the surface, and demanded. “Explain.”