Kill Team: Brood Brothers Novels & Stories

“I’m talking to you because I had to be sure what I knew wasn’t a lie. And I want a favor in exchange.” “They all do.” Dmitri rolls his eyes, sighing. “What do you want?” He leans toward us and says the words quietly. “For you to kill the person responsible for Maya’s death. The Nikholas Brotherhood has partnered with the Gregory Brotherhood.” Sean glares at Martin. “We know this …” Martin raises his hand. Lance has also joined them.” A disgusted Sean shuts out Martin and turns to me. “Guillermo is dead. Lance is a boy, and Ric , the head of Nicholas Brotherhood is a coward.”

“If you dare hang around that Tony kid again, I’ll break your legs.” My heartbeat stalled. So fierce. Could Tony have been right? I stared at Leon’s face close to mine, and a chilling image flashed through my mind. An evil adopted son killing his foster parents, seizing their fortune, and locking up his younger brother in some twisted obsession. Crap! How horrifying! I could almost see Leon at Mom and Dad’s crash site, coldly wiping his fingerprints from the steering wheel. Then, striding toward me with a ruler in hand, his lips curled, whispering, “Harry… you can’t escape…”

He commanded. "What if I don't?" I asked, my voice challenging. "Then I have plenty of ways to make you obey." That's what he had said, threatening me with throwing my brother into prison with the evidence he had gathered against him. That day, he dragged me to Layla's home only to find out her whole family was out for a trip. When we returned home, I received a message. [We were too late, Claire. Your brother killed himself.] A picture was attached with it showing my brother lying in the pool of blood, a headphone attached to his ears.

"Crew will be here in thirty minutes. We should move to the access road." They started walking back and I followed. My mind was reeling from everything I'd learned. The brothers weren't the villains in my story. They were protectors who risked their lives fighting things most people didn't believe existed. But that didn't answer the question of who killed Tommy or why. We reached the access road and waited in silence. I watched the brothers move around each other with practiced ease, cleaning weapons and discussing the hunt like it was routine. "Does it ever bother you?" I asked quietly. "Killing things that used to be human?"

Amid the fighting‚ Jake found himself face to face with Killian his own brother. "Well‚ well‚ look who we have here ‚ big brother‚" Killian sneered. "Still playing the hero?" Jake’s grip tightened around his blade ‚ jaw clenched. "Killian ‚ it ends now. You betrayed the Moontown Pack for power. I won’t let you destroy what’s left of it." Killian’s response was a slash of his sword. The brothers clashed ‚ circling each other with the fury of long buried resentment. Every strike carried years of rivalry.

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle

Adrian had also been tasked with taking out Greg's brother Kevin, and he had approached the situation with a ruthlessness that left no room for error. “You, it’s you and I again.” Kevin laughed and before saying another word, Adrian pulled the triggers at both of his knees before pulling another at his forehead. In the end, it was Zane, Zach's younger brother, who delivered the killing blow to Greg. With a ferocity that belied his young age, Zane charged into the fray and took down Greg with a single bullet to the head. “I could have made you die a painful death but I wouldn’t want to waste my time.” He said.

I laughed, kicking his hand with my feet. “Who, who the fuck are you?” “Now, is that really a smart question, Agent Brody? Did I not tell you the next time you invited yourself to my properties, I would kill you?” “There is no way?” Brody coughed, blood dripping from his mouth. “You are dead.” “It seems the cops are not as sharp as they used to then. I cannot be killed, neither can my brothers,” Achilles growled. Xiomar threw Brody to the ground and I enjoyed watching his body bounce. He scrambled to his knees, blood dripping from his face.

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC