Gun Atthaphan Brother Win Novels & Stories

It was clear that someone had shot him dead from a distance, and relief washed over me as I realized my brother Tony had come to our rescue. Walking towards the fallen intruder, I saw the gruesome aftermath—a bullet had penetrated his skull, causing irreparable damage. I picked up the bullet that had taken him down, studying it momentarily. It was a stark reminder of the danger we faced and the lengths my brother will go to protect me and those around me A smile formed on my lips as gratitude and admiration swelled within me. Tony saved our lives with his expert marksmanship and swift action. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his abilities and the bond we shared as siblings.

Alyosha left the SUV in a thicket of some bushes, and then we went on foot. "I'm against it," his brother said gloomily, checking his pistol. He did not like weapons, preferring claws, but today was an exceptional case, and his brother borrowed a gun from one of the guys. "One hit and you're dead," he added, tucking the gun into his belt and covering it with his jacket. "It's not his job to touch me," I protested. Yes, as long as you don't touch it. I didn't say anything as I looked at several motorcycles parked side by side in the parking lot. The mercenary was here, and he certainly didn't mind having fun.

"What's his older brother's name?" "Anirudh, Anirudh Madhban."

"Be careful where you point your dick of a gun at my brother!!" He yelled and the guy just laughed. His fingers were on the trigger and he pulled it. What echoed next was a loud gunshot. Felix had his eyes shut thinking he was the one but when he saw nothing happened, he opened his eyes again and looked up to find the guy dead on the floor. He looked to his side to see his brother pointing a gun at them. "I told you guys not to mess with my brother," Franco said angrily.

Without a second’s hesitation, he raised his own gun, aimed it at Luciano’s head, and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, and Luciano crumpled to the floor, lifeless. Ethan stood over his body, his eyes sharp as daggers. “A fucking test,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.” “Shut the door!” Ethan barked. Without hesitation, he leveled his gun at the chain binding Aidan to the floor. Two sharp cracks echoed as the bullets shattered the metal links, setting his brother free. “Get your damn pants on!” he ordered, ducking as bullets tore through the wooden frame, splintering it into jagged shards.

Before I can respond, he pulls a gun from his waistband and points it directly at my forehead. I’m completely out of breath. Not because I think he'll shoot, but because I never imagined in my entire life that my brother would pull a weapon on me. "Brother…" I falter, staring surprisingly at him. "How did you find me? He asks, his voice sharp. "What are you doing, pointing a gun at me, Cicero?" I snap at him. "Don't play stupid with me, Phil. How did you find me?!" The gun barrel digs harder into my skin.

“It’s Zane,” Zane yelled back. “Who?” “Zane. Thane’s brother. Axel’s brother. Kris Brother. Anyone ring a bell?” “Zane,” the flashlight went off and he appeared from the shadows. A very thin old man without balance who appeared to be missing some teethes. “What’s wrong with that one?” he sighted Thane’s body. Zane dropped him on the floor, “He was shot. He’s not healing.” “Oh and who’s this one?” the old man’s gaze shifted to me. “Your girly girly.”

His brother twisted me around, dragging me upright, the gun now pressed against my throat. Christian stopped dead in his tracks. The look in his eyes pure terror, pure love nearly undid me. “You always cared too much,” his brother hissed in his ear. “That’s your weakness.” “Don’t do this,” Christian said, voice low, dangerous. “You want me? Take me.” His brother smiled. “I plan to.” And then he pulled the trigger. A deafening click. Empty. I gasped. Christian lunged but his brother shoved me toward the glass wall with brutal force.

“Pinky swear?” I laughed. “Seriously?” “It’s official. Can’t break a pinky swear.” “You’re silly.” “I’m your brother. It’s my job.” I hooked my pinky with his. “Okay. Pinky swear. We protect each other.” “Always.” We sat there as the pack woke up around us. Warriors came to train. People went to breakfast. Life went on. But everything was different now. I had a brother. A twin who understood me like nobody else could.

“You’ll never sleep again. That’s my victory.” Cruz’s knuckles whitened on the gun. “You want victory? Here’s your prize.” He fired—straight into the ground. The bullet cracked asphalt inches from his brother’s head. The man flinched, eyes wide. Cruz leaned down, voice cold as death. “I’ll never be you. And that’s what will haunt you most.” Blade shoved the man hard against the wall, pressing the blade to his throat. “You heard him. Crawl back into whatever hole you came from, or next time I won’t hesitate.”