I Took The Fall For My Brother Novels & Stories

The realization hits like a blow to the chest. “He’s gone,” I breathe. No. Not gone. Taken. The world tilts slightly as the weight of it crashes down on me. Who ever they are, they have my brother.

“No— no, Dave, please don’t do this.” My voice cracked as I reached for him, but he pushed me back hard. I fell to the ground. The room erupted into noise—gasps, whispers, chaos.He didn’t look back. “Henceforth, we cease to be siblings,” Lucas said, staring down at me like his eyes were about to pierce my soul.

A horrific realization hit me. My brother was a member of Frost Vipers...and that hit and run was never an accident. My brother was killed... intentionally.

They even suspected Vanessa might have some ulterior motive for getting close to me. I overcame every obstacle, and in the end, we made it work. My parents finally had no choice but to let me be. After seven years of dating and five years of marriage, I thought our life was perfect, but everything shifted the day Vanessa brought Ryan into our lives as her godbrother two years ago. That day, she told me there were still many students who could not afford college. She wanted to sponsor one. I thought she simply wanted to pass on the kindness I had once shown her. Therefore, I agreed.

It turned out that he was capable of being gentle, but that gentleness was never meant for me. I ran back to my bedroom. The heavy door blocked out the sounds of the world. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart, echoing in my chest. Twelve years ago, in that rain-slicked alley, Timoteo had reached out to me. He taught me how to fire a gun and corrected my posture step by step. He told me it was the only way to survive in the mafia world. Seven years ago, in Sirithi, I took a bullet for him. He swore he'd never abandon me and that he'd protect me forever.

Great, heaving, ugly cries that wracked my entire body. I cried for my dead brothers, for abandoning them when they needed me most. I cried for Tyler, for the brother I’d just lost in more ways than one, for the bond that would never be repaired. I cried for Kasey, for the life I’d thrown away, for all the words I’d been too cowardly to speak, for the stolen nights and the chances I’d ruined with my own stupidity.

“If you want to pretend last night didn’t happen, I’ll follow your lead.” I stared at him. “Could you?” “No,” he said. “But I could try for you.” A small, sad laugh escaped me. “Don’t,” I said. “Don’t try to be something for me that you’re not.” “All right,” he said. “Then I won’t.” We passed a sign for the city. The closer we drew, the colder my hands felt. The mansion was not a home; it was a case I never fit. And now it held more than fear. It held a man I had betrayed with his brother’s mouth.

He wasn't supposed to be this man. I could still remember, when I was about eight years old and Mr Willis brought me here, to their home for the first time, after my parents death. They had told me that Nathan and his twin, Sebastian were my new brothers and I should be comfortable here. I hadn't questioned anything because it seemed normal when my parents worked for the Willis for a long time. Life was okay, until it all changed on my fifteenth birthday. I can't even remember what had happened because I had an accident that made me get this head injury. But, everyone told me Nathan had saved me from his brother and I was safe now.

“Get out. You are too fat, I'm sure using the stairs will be beneficial to you. When you're done, come to room 205.” My jaw hung open at his words. What had happened to my brother? Travis would never have said something like that to me before all this. I gulped at the hurtful words and started walking up the stairs. I had almost walked halfway when my head started swimming. I stopped, gasping as my vision went dark and I fell. I tried clawing for a hold as I fell, but it was impossible. I thought I would fall to my death when a hand caught me. I was pulled against a solid chest and I sputtered as his arms caught around my waist.

My stepbrother’s wife. My childhood crush. Reality crashed down on me like a tidal wave. Guilt, shame, and disbelief flooded my senses all at once. Though she had initiated everything the night before, I couldn’t escape the truth—I had crossed an unforgivable line. I had betrayed my stepbrother. I had betrayed myself. Without saying a word, I quietly left the room. I told myself it was a mistake—just a drunken accident. I convinced myself it would never matter… after all, I believed I was infertile.