Falling Hard For Four Brothers Novels & Stories

A visiting specialist's surprised remark that "Dante Moretti's brother—the one they called Gianni—was found with three shots to the chest." Piece by piece, the truth assembled itself. Salvatore had not simply retrieved me from Moretti's arena. He had launched an assault on one of Sicily's most dangerous crime families. He had killed Dante Moretti's younger brother—Gianni "The Snake" Moretti—in the process. And he had taken a bullet doing it. The "minor injuries" Marco had mentioned. The bandage I had glimpsed beneath Salvatore's collar. The stiffness in his movements when he'd stood by my bed and delivered his cold lecture about light and shadow.

Fours voice interrupted as I heard his heavy footsteps as he came striding down the hall to stand a few steps away from the other man his shoulder blocking my view slightly. "I've missed you brother" The other man grinned reaching out a fist and slightly pushing Fours bare bicep. Brother?

But… to be fair, that opinion might change when my past self sees how hot the guys we’re dealing with are. If ever there were four hot, asshole brothers to fall for, these four were by far the hottest. Just when I think one is hotter than the other, I see the next and my opinion shifts again. They each seem to break the mold every time I see them. I’m totally screwed. Who am I kidding? I never had a chance.

Z "Will your spunky ass stop ease dropping ovef people's personal mind links!" Gigi snapped at Zayn at which he shook his head no. whatever it takes i need to bring Four out of his coma before Gigi finda out! Zayn made a virtaul sticky note and sticked it in his memory. After Doctors told that Four was gone Zayn couldn't help it. he knows Gigi loves her brother more than anyone and she won't be able to stand knowing about her brother's death.

It felt awkward when I noticed the four of them looking at me, and all I could do was nod yes in response. Their faces looked strikingly similar. “I am Charles Ford.” The same man who asked me about how I was informed. “I am Rowan.” Inserted another one wearing a gold-framed eyeglass. Then, he gestured toward the other two behind him. “And these two are Flint and Marcus. We are your brothers.” Another man came in. He looked different from the four, but he was equally handsome, if not more so. I think he could make the runway models a run for their money.

Spader glanced at everyone and said with a smile, "Brad, your birthday is my day of suffering. I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you. You don't want to invite your mother to celebrate your birthday with you? Wouldn't that be too heartless to your mother?" Brad just looked at her without speaking. The happy birthday party had been ruined. Those who followed her were Deborah and Susan, as well as a young and beautiful girl. The girl was very beautiful, wearing a white puff-sleeved dress that made her delicate face look gentle and lovely. When she glanced at Brad's handsome face, she fell in love with his dashing looks at first sight. She knew Brad, Benjamin, Jacob, and Howard. The

He wasn't thanking me for giving him tips for my proposal. He was thanking me for giving him tips to plan this proposal… for her. I felt a presence come up behind me, the person leaned close to my ear and said, “The only crime you committed was loving my brother?” Brother? Marcus didn't have any siblings. Turning, my eyes landed on the person who spoke and it was someone I had never expected.

Like it was a statement he made on a daily basis. He was saying all the right things that made him sound like the perfect gentleman, and his dad the perfect step father, everything that drunk Dean, my mother's man child was not and could never be. I felt emotions pulling at me and I knew I was falling hard and fast for my best friend's brother. He was supposed to be a one night stand. How did it all go haywire?

because it was the truth that I was unwilling to admit. The majority said that Marco and I weren't suitable for each other, that I was too stable, too grounded, to be with an entitled heir like him. I had wanted to prove them all wrong, I had loved Marco, ignored the whispers. I had chosen him, over and over. He forgot birthdays, he forgot special occasions and like always, I defended him, covered him up, and now, as his elder brother's words cut through the air, something cracked within me, and I felt like my world was swinging.

I met his gaze with equal boredom. "Hello, brother," I said dryly. He shook his head. "How I wish we weren’t brothers, Seb. I mean, do you know the embarrassment that you’ve put this family through by marrying that girl?" "If we weren’t meant to be brothers, then, why are you embarrassed?" Nathan glared at me as he moved closer to me. His eyes searched my face, and I looked at him squarely, hating the guts that emitted from him. This idiot had singlehandedly ruined my childhood, but he was not going to get under my skin right now.