I'm Burnt Out Brother Novels & Stories

“And I’ll burn this whole place down to get it.” Lorenzo stood now, not backing off but not stepping closer either. “Do you think threats work on people like me?” “No,” I said, “but I think fire does.” He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know anything about your brother.” “I didn’t say you did. I said you were close to Enzo. That’s enough.” He laughed once, bitterly. “Your brother is already dead, Sal. Let the past rot.” I almost swung. Almost. But something stopped me, and it wasn’t fear or concern for the bastard. It was a sound, a small sob.

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.

I say nothing. It's been a bad day. Yeah and that's laughable. The days have been bad since I found myself in this godforsaken hellhole. My thoughts have been crazy, and the hours stretched on and on. There's a berserker rampage happening inside my head. It's the certainty that I'm going to die. But first, my brother will peel the tattoo from my skin. The picture in my head is so real, I actually feel the burn.

I felt sorry. "Mum. I'm sorry, I missed your calls. I worked overtime today, and I just returned.” "Where is your brother?” Her voice was tired, and I could sense restrained anger in it too. “He isn't back yet. He's out with a friend." I heard a tired sigh next. “I'm glad you guys are doing so fine. I saw his posts on I*******m. I still can't believe you work in La Monte Luxuries and you're having a lot of fun, while you leave me here to suffer."

Benedetto, my brother, sauntered into my office, a smirk plastered on his face. "Look at this, motherfucking brother of mine, living it up while I'm stuck in the grave ." he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. I glared at him, my eyes blazing with annoyance. "Fuck off, Ben. You're not dead, so spare me the drama." My voice was low and even, but the tension after thinking about Aspen was still there.

“Let me do my job. You know as well as I do that these mother fuckers won’t know what hit them.” My brother was one scary son of a bitch. When he went on war mode I had no doubts that he could take care of himself. However, I had spent a lot of years without him in my life. I really didn’t want to be the reason he left this world. Before I could spew something utterly cheesy, Sutton spoke. “Please be careful. I know you are like Rambo, but better looking.” I grunted at that. “Seriously? I’m right here.”

In three days, a two-night fight, I had finally killed my brother. I will never forget his last words. The words that warn me, I would have it worst. As I pulled my brother’s heart and burn it, I shut myself in and didn’t let anyone approach me. My brother made me lose what I loved, what made me happy. He destroyed our family, my family, leaving me all alone.

It's what I need to keep the numb feeling inside. "I've been getting reports about your hard-working ethics, about how hard you drive your employees and get a better outcome out of it. Not that I nor Dad are complaining about your methods, but I think you need to slow down brother. I don't want you to burn out." "I won't. You know I need this, Ty,"

I guess I won't be bored while waiting for Baby's return; at least my brother has been useful in keeping me occupied killing him. ===========================

“It hurts so much. Every time I see him, every time he looks at me like I’m just his little sister—it feels like someone’s crushing my heart.” Elewon pulled me into her arms. “I know, honey. I know it hurts. But he is your brother. This can never work. You have to let him go.” I cried into her shoulder until my throat was raw, and my eyes burned. I cried until there were no tears left. “Celeste,” Elewon said softly, touching my forehead. “You’re burning up.” “It’s nothing,” I mumbled. “I always get hot when I cry a lot. I’ll be fine.”