روايات وقصص ضمن I Took The Fall For My Brother

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to tell you a story." Mr. Whitmore's eyebrows rose. "A story? Mrs. Romano, we came here for a presentation on pharmaceutical data, not—" I held up my hand. "Give me five minutes. If you're not interested after that, I'll step aside." He exchanged glances with the other investors, then shrugged. "Five minutes." I walked to the center of the room, away from the broken technology and the wrong samples. Away from Maria's calculating gaze. "Two years ago, my younger brother fell from a building." I paused, letting the words settle. "He's been in a coma ever since. A vegetative state. The doctors say his brain suffered severe trauma."

Even if that meant faking happy till she died. Every time I tried to reach her, I saw it in her face. She seemed confused. It was enough to make me want to punch a wall. Because I had settled for crumbs and pretended they were an entire feast. Leaned on that fence so hard the damn thing groaned and cracked underneath me. “I’m falling for her,” I spat at the empty air. It left a sour taste. “And she already belongs to someone else.” To my damn brother. That part? That was the blade that cut deepest.

He was part of it, yes, but he didn’t have the same ice in his blood. And that’s what made this worse. They didn’t just take a Capone. They took the one brother none of us could afford to lose. I stared down at my hands, shaking, twitching with rage, like my blood wanted out. Like it couldn’t stand being inside me anymore. While I was busy fucking around... laughing, touching her, sleeping they took my little brother. I let my guard down. I wasn’t there. And now he’s gone. I failed him.

And in that moment, I had a very very sick realization, that I was that piece of meat, and he was about to chew me raw. I felt the blood drain clean out of my face. My fingers went cold around the shot glass I was still holding, and for one terrible second my brain just stopped working entirely. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was not even supposed to be in the fucking country! He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near me, ever, because that was the unspoken rule of being Liam's wife. The very strained and competitive nature between both brothers made sure that Ryan stayed far away from us and only ever existed at the edges of our lives.

I wasn’t a man who would usually ask for things or complain even if I'm at my worst. No one wouldn’t even know the pain I'm going through as I put an extraordinary act to conceal the agony inside me. But this time, it was enormous and Harvey could see that I'm really going through shit just by looking at my face. It was fine as I walked out of the club next morning and told Theo to drop her off so that I can know a little something about her. But, one day my brother Bar Holding told me that, he’s fallen for a girl; I was genuinely happy for him and he told me to learn a few things about her and bring her home.

The waiter returned with our water. “When I was little, I was playing with my younger brother and he got into an accident. He fell from the stairs and broke his neck. There was a lot of blood, and Mom and Dad were not home. I cried and screamed for help. I felt so helpless as there was nothing that I could do. I watched him die.” Luke mumbled sadly. “And if you don't take your fucking hand off my wife, you will be joining your brother!!!” I jolted at the sound of a cold and angry voice. My eyes widened as I snapped my hand away from Luke’s.

I tried to speak in a calm tone, but it was obvious that I was losing my sh*t. “I’m not twisting anything and you know it.” “I don’t know sh*t! And you’re sure as hell blaming me for your brother falling in love as if it’s my fault!” I snapped. “When I went to his birthday party and he told me that I was his mate, I was more than ready to settle down and have a life with him!” My voice cracked and I felt tears build up in my eyes.

He snorts derisively. "Very well but why don't I help you get there first?". I catch him off guard as I push him hard backwards making him lose his balance then before he can react, I throw him over the balustrade and I totally ignore the shocked screams that follow as I watch my brother fall down to the ground with a thud and almost immediately he's covered in a pool of his own blood. That'll teach him next time. I turn and walk to my room and slam the door so hard that the windows rattle.