Jack Mercer Four Brothers Novels & Stories

✧⁠◝⁠(BROOKLYN)⁠◜⁠✧ They left me. The brothers had refused to tell me who Rebecca was to them, their faces shuttered and evasive. They'd exchanged glances filled with something I couldn't read—guilt? Shame? Fear?—and then they had left. All four of them. Hours had passed since they walked out that door, and none of them had returned. The silence in my room was deafening, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind outside my window and the distant sounds of the packhouse settling in for the night.

Both men possessed sharp, distinctive features, and it was evident that they shared a resemblance, hinting that they were somewhat related. "Long time no see, brother," the man on the right spoke. My breath caught in my throat, struggling to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Brother? These two were my father's brothers?! What the fuck?! They bore no resemblance to my father, neither in their features nor in their apparent age. "Dante," The name fell off of my dad's lips, his wide eyes betraying a deep recognition that spanned years. "Ah, so you do recognize us," Matteo, the man on the left, chimed in, a note of amusement lacing his words. "Impressive."

Carina’s POV Everyone was waiting for my answer. Adriano knelt on the floor, holding up that sketchbook, his eyes full of desperate hope. I looked at him, and felt nothing. Not a single ripple. If anything, it was pathetic. “Put that disgusting thing away.” My voice was clear and cold, a spike of ice piercing the backstage silence. “Adriano Moretti, do you really think you can use my dead brother’s memory to buy my sympathy?”

The position as the Jacques Family's Master was originally in his pocket. However, when he heard about what had happened to the fourth brother's family, he couldn't care too much. It was because he suddenly found that Fourth's family could ignore him at any time and even leave him alone. Moreover, he would live a much better life than him. So, what was the point of competing? After the two brothers, the eldest brother finally gave in .

It felt awkward when I noticed the four of them looking at me, and all I could do was nod yes in response. Their faces looked strikingly similar. “I am Charles Ford.” The same man who asked me about how I was informed. “I am Rowan.” Inserted another one wearing a gold-framed eyeglass. Then, he gestured toward the other two behind him. “And these two are Flint and Marcus. We are your brothers.” Another man came in. He looked different from the four, but he was equally handsome, if not more so. I think he could make the runway models a run for their money.

Jer said. “You deserve it,” was all Jack said. - I agree, I deserve it. I didn't expect you to get so mad though. - Just don't piss me off, - Jack smiled, sitting down on the sofa next to his brother. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" Jeremy asked, looking at his brother, who wearily leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. “I wanted to warn you, Jer,” Jack said without opening his eyes. - About what, brother?

Jack and Eddy, my other two brothers. “Derek, you told them?" Derek sees them too. “What am I supposed to do, Dana? You know how they are. They'll kill me if I didn’t." Fair enough. I brace myself as I get out of the car, trying to ignore the probing stare of my two younger brothers, but it's hard. They heard I was coming back and came running home, and each one looks ready to collect his pound of flesh. Jack, a serving US marine, gives me a shot of his piercing gray eyes. Eddy is standing beside him, leaner, a police with the NYPD gives me the evil eye.

Zero So I do what I fucking came to do and get my ass back to the meek girl. If I thought she was scared of me, fuck she is terrified of Knight and I can't for the life of me think why. The brother is shorter than me, less muscle and he is the most mellowed one of us. “So you aren't or you won't lift up your sleeves?” I catch the end of his words and see why. “Fucking asshole, you're scaring the girl, just ignore him he left his man pants at home,” Mercy tells her.

He glanced at her and whispered, "Don't worry, baby. No one in this world can separate us. The Styles and Miller families are nothing in my eyes!" Angela's eyes widened. "Hubby..." Jate turned around and snarled at Jimmy Miller and Mico Styles, "You guys have frightened my wife! Get on your knees and apologize to her!" Huh? He's getting them to apologize? Everyone else around the hall was stunned. How unreasonable! Mico Styles face darkened, and he calmly said, "I guess you want to do this the hard way. Big four, go ahead and teach him a lesson!" Among Mico Styles's subordinates, the Big four were the strongest. The team consisted of Ram, Chris, Klien, and Rod. They were childhood sworn brot

Two of the newer prospects were edging away from the group. "Anyone who wants to leave, go now," Jack said quietly. "No judgment. This isn't what you signed up for." Tommy bolted immediately, followed by the prospects and one of the older members. But the core group remained, Jack, Sable, Big Mike, Razor Eddie, and a handful of others who'd become more than just my MC brothers. They'd become my family. "You don't understand," I said, my voice breaking. "These aren't just werewolves. They're killers. They won't hesitate to tear you apart."