Jack Mercer Four Brothers Novels & Stories

no" before his head popped like a melon under a sledgehammer, spraying a cloud of red. He hit the ground, dead as a doornail, no twitch or shudder. "Mister Leandro Jackman!" The three guards and Yaron, the driver, let out heart-wrenching cries, collapsing beside the fallen brothers, sobbing like it was the end of the world. Those guys were the brothers' right-hand men. With both gone and the Jackmans being notorious for their cutthroat ways, they were as good as dead even if Alexander had not finished them off.

Now that he knew, what was the point? “Just stop,” Marcus said with a shrug. “Her brother’s a hacker. He’ll figure it out if you keep going.” Benson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Her family’s really something else. Her eldest brother is a big-shot CEO in the US. The second one’s a senior military officer, and the third is a hacker? Damn. What about the fourth brother? What’s his deal?” Marcus shrugged, his expression indifferent. He hadn’t bothered to investigate the fourth brother, and honestly, he didn’t care.

“Only men like this can sink low enough to threaten family members to go against each other. Lieutenant Mercer, you are not human. You have no heart.” The man marched up to Gabe with hatred in his evil eyes. “It’s because of you that I have no heart. You killed my brother!” Gabe shrugged. “I can only assume that your brother deserved to die, because I don’t kill unless to protect myself or my friends. Who was your brother, may I ask?” “He was one of Napoleon’s soldiers. His name was Harold Mercer, but you probably don’t even remember him.” “You’re correct, I don’t recall that name, but if he was one of the emperor’s soldiers, and he tried to harm me or one of my friends, then indeed, he dese

He was all chained up, just like the last time I was there. "Why are they here?" Jared asked me, staring at his brother in shock, "Fret not little brother, we are here to free you." Jake smirked breaking the chains off Jared. "Show off.." Justin coughed. "This are a lot of scars, but I think I can get rid of them.. little bro." Jackson mumbled raising his hands above Jared's body. "What's up with the little brother thing, we are all quadruplets. We are the same age." "Do you want us breaking you out of here or not?" Justin asked lazily.

Keep him from losing whatever’s left of the line he’s barely standing on? “You don’t,” my father says simply. “He’s not broken, Rook. He’s different, but not broken.” I let out a dry laugh. “He was about to put his own teammate through a wall. That seems pretty fucking broken to me.” “Because it happened last night,” he counters. “Mercer has never had a record, never been in real trouble, and considering where he comes from, that shouldn’t be the case. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was chasing something. If his team pushed him on a normal day, you really think he’d react like that?”

Jacob made a tsking sound and I could tell he was disappointed in me. " Micah and I got into a lot of fights too, but that didn't stop us from being best friends. My brothers had to watch us just to make sure we didn't get hurt because they thought we were feeble and needed constant care. We pulled pranks on the pack members and acted innocent when they found out it was us. We once blamed an incident on jasper after a pup was crying when I gave him a sour patch to eat but jasper didn't give us away and took the blame." He was laughing by the time I was done telling him my stories. I had plenty more to tell him too but that was going to wait until another day.

After my adopted sister, Mackenzie Falk, accused me of swapping the graduation thesis she had prepared for three years, I suffered a sudden heart attack and collapsed on the spot. My three brothers, Marcus, Jeremy, and Andrew Graham, dragged me into the greenhouse as punishment. They locked the door tight after throwing me in. I cried as I explained. I pounded on the door desperately while begging them to believe me. Marcus' eyes were icy, and his tone was final. "The evidence is solid. Why do you think you can still argue about it? Mackenzie nearly failed to graduate. Stay in there and reflect on yourself!"

I looked at Marcus, but his face had gone completely still. “Who are you?” The amusement disappeared from the caller’s voice. “Jarek King took my brother from me.” I frowned, genuinely confused. “Your brother? What the fuck are you talking about?” “You were there.” My pulse started climbing as Marcus’s hand settled against my lower back. “Iron Jackals,” the man said. “Freight yard. The man with the gun against your head.” The clubhouse vanished around me.

King’s Men were like Jack’s brothers and sisters at this point, and he knew that the ties in a motorcycle club went just as deep. Ace had lost brothers – actual, real brothers – and he’d lost them because he’d opened his mouth and ratted. The guilt about this was huge, and more than any other emotion that Ace was experiencing, it was this one that Jack was most sure was going to do him in. It was the kind of thing that made a man put a gun to his own temple, and pull the trigger. Ace wasn’t there – not yet – but Jack was sure he’d get there eventually, if things carried on the way they were.

I almost blurted out a resounding ‘YES’, but thankfully, I was able to think before talking and I shut my mouth. What if he was just joking? I thought. “What do you say?” Blake asked, looking at me intently while I just bit my lower lip nervously, and just as I attempted to open my mouth to speak, his brothers walked in looking rather serious. “Son of a bitch!!!” I heard one of his brothers say, at the same time I saw a punch flying into Blake’s face and he was thrown to the ground. I shut my eyes for a minute, what had I done?