Marcello Brothers Novels & Stories

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

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."

But it was like they’d vanished off the face of the earth. No trace. No leads. “Maybe they left the country,” Lorenzo said, his voice full of despair. “Maybe they’re in Europe, or South America…” “No.” I stared out at the Chicago skyline. “They’re still here. I can feel it.” But a feeling wasn’t a lead. Our money was running out. The estate was sold. We moved into a small apartment. Lorenzo sold his last Rolex. I pawned the ring my father left me. The great Moretti brothers. Living worse than the people we used to rule.

For the first time since their mother died, since life had forced them to harden into steel, they let themselves feel. No guards up. No walls. Just four brothers clinging to each other like lifelines. And in that quiet vineyard estate, the Skylar brothers stood together, not as billionaires, not as men hardened by power or blood but simply as brothers, as a family, holding on to what was left of their hearts. As the embrace slowly loosened, none of them moved away completely. There was something grounding about just being there, feeling each other’s presence in silence after the chaos that had consumed their lives.

“Don Gonzalez…” “Marco.” Diego immediately crouched down next to the bed. “I don't understand… weren't you receiving treatment all this while? What's going on?” “Don Gonzalez… your brother told me I have been poisoned and there is no saving me, he said treating me would be a waste of medical resources.” “What bullshit!” Diego spat out angrily. “We can afford it! Shouldn't he do everything he can to save you?!” Marco raised his hand lazily and stopped Diego who was about to race out to find his brother. “Don Gonzalez, please…hear me out…”

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

She always said that he looked just like his father when his father was still alive. His new brothers had been the most unwelcoming, and probably most frightening. Adriano was the largest of the three Colombo boys, though Marcello towered over him by a couple of inches now. Giorgio was definitely the smartest and most cunning of the three, always hating on Marcello and using every Italian cuss word at him but Adriano was different, although he didn't show that he liked him nor did he show he didn't like him. He was the self-controlled one out of the three of them. Marcello doesn't think he has any much of a good memory of his later childhood.

ROME, ITALY** Marcelo was staring at something on his cell phone. He was staring at the photo of his brother, Vincenzo and his family. He looked at the photo with hate. Vincenzo was standing in the middle with Gianna beside him. At their sides were Antonio and Lorenzo. He smiled when he saw how grown up Lorenzo was. "Papa is coming back for you", Marcelo said with a smirk. Dune came in and scoffed when he saw Marcelo staring at his brother's family on his phone.

the man agreed in a nod. It was not news to anyone that the Costello brothers, despite being estranged, are very close, the three butcher brothers should not have to teach the two girls good manners, another reason for the pressure of their marriage to occur, even if I tried to postpone the maximum. None of my men imagined what had really happened, I left the apartment accompanied by Giuseppe, I knew he would take bullets for me, but in any case, he would betray Don Sartori to take power and give Beatrice the chance to have a life, I admit that if was anyone else would also give away his betrayal.