Five Brothers Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

And vaguely familiar in a way that made my stomach turn over. Then he stepped under the chandelier, and the light hit his face. The sharp jaw. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow. Those cold, flat green eyes scanning the room like he owned every person in it. My champagne glass nearly slipped from my hand. "No." "What?" Holly leaned in, smelling blood. "That's Liam." The name tasted like battery acid. "That's my brother." Holly blinked. "Your brother? The one in Europe? The disaster?" "He's not supposed to be here." My voice came out strangled. "He's supposed to be gone. I thought mother paid him to stay gone."

He was wearing the same white shirt he wore the day we first met, looking clean as he walked toward me. He didn't dare touch me. He didn't even dare look up. He simply fell to his knees before me, weeping silently. Then came my brothers—Luca, Matteo, Dante. They stood behind him with their heads bowed like children who had realized they were wrong, kneeling in a row. This time, there was no family honor, no Mafia rules, and no goddamn favoritism. They were just four souls drowning in regret. I looked at them and let out a soft sigh.

“I want this for real not pretend. Marry me, Brianna?” Tears brimmed her eyes as she smiled. “Yes. Oh, yes. I will.” I kiss her showing my love for her as I lift her out of the chair and head up the stairs to begin our long, beautiful life together. A/N I hope you enjoyed my three-book series of the Spencer brothers. I promise to work on the last two as soon as I finish my werewolf stories. I am committed to getting those done and published. After I will finish the last two Spencer brothers and get them posted on her soon, be watching for all my stories.

Just us. I was put in the middle as my 5 Mafia brothers surrounded me and the camera fluttered, capturing 5 Mafia Brothers and their Abused Princess. 𝟓 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟

” The chapter ended with Alessio staring upward… Not at an enemy. But at the brother he had only just found. And was about to lose all over again.

He pointed at each in turn. Finally, Rurik stepped forward, his brothers close behind him. The moment of truth. "Glad you decided to come," Rurik said, locking eyes with Damien. "Hopefully we can avoid the handcuffs and drugs this time." Silence fell over the room. Charlotte's eyes widened in shock, but her brother's impassive face slowly cracked a smile. It was Jason who broke the tension, however. "In Vegas you'd have to pay extra for that." Rurik cracked a grin. "Indeed." He then gestured to his brothers. "You haven't been formally introduced. This is Grigori, and this is Mikhail."

To crack. My skin burned hotter, like the room had been set on fire. There weren’t traces of a heater, but if there was one it might be my lucky charm. All I hadn’t wanted the most was being naked before a stranger, but I could bother about the bastard later. “Well, you can’t blame me. There’s a thing about brothers—they fuck the best. Are you perhaps… a hateful, spineless fool who’d bitch about who I fuck or not?” I asked, now perking up my ears, wanting to get a quick direction from the speakers.

But beneath the glittering wealth and cold marble walls lie secrets her father refuses to explain, secrets about why he left this family years ago, and what kind of empire his half-brothers truly built. The Alcatraz brothers aren’t just men, They're predators in suits, bound by blood and sin, men who command fear from the underworld and loyalty from no one but each other. CHAPTER 1 ALEX "I don't care. I don't fucking care, Conor. I'm sick and tired of this wretched life with you! Either you get your ass out there and find the life of luxury you promised me, or I leave with the kids, and you're never going to see us again!!"

At the full-moon celebration for Leah Rosen, the family's adopted daughter, my three brothers chained me to the judgment pillar in the pack square. My fiancé, Kyle Mercer, drew a silver blade and plunged it into my chest himself, collecting a smal l cup of heart's blood to feed the moon moth larva Leah had bought on the black market. The larva, which had been stiff and lifeless, drank its fill of blood, and its translucent wings began to flutter. "It's alive. You win again, Leah." Leah threw herself into his arms, "You lost, Kyle. "I'll take Leah into town first. I've already sent someone to brew a clotting draught. I'll be right back." I tried to call out to him, but my eldest brother D