Novel & Cerita My Brother Adrian Lutton

Elara smiled, laughed, reassured her mom, but even then, her thoughts kept drifting back. Meanwhile, Adrian finished his first long day on campus. His office was tidy, his notes stacked neatly on his drsk as he turned the light off and locked the door securely. The stroll to his apartment was short, and even though it was on campus, the residential area reserved for staff was quiet. As he walked up into the lobby of his apartment building, his phone rang, and he answered it without looking at the caller ID, distracted by an envelope in his assigned mailbox. "Hello? Adrian?" It was his mother.

He approached me, smiling, and extended his hand for a handshake: "My name is Lucas Hart, Adrian's closest friend." He winked at the end of his sentence. I extended my hand toward him, tears still streaming down my face. "Clara." He smiled gently as he shook my hand. I let go of his hand and looked at Adrian. "Will he be okay?" He nodded his head, looking at me, and said dramatically, placing his hand on his chest: "Unfortunately, he will be fine." "He's a crazy bastard, even more than his friend."

Another guard added, “He’s gone now. No trace. Like he was never there.” I felt frustration build in my chest. Someone had wanted this man silenced before he could tell us more. They had planned it perfectly. I clenched my fists and walked back inside. The sniper had disappeared without leaving a single clue behind. Lucien had the bleeding under control. The man sat up a little, his face pale but his eyes clear. He looked at Betty first, then at the rest of us. “My name is Adrian,” he said, his voice weak but steady. “I was one of Betty’s mother’s most trusted protectors before the Crown Bloodline was destroyed.”

I stared at my phone while lying across my bed, rereading the last message. Adrian: You disappear whenever I ask you something serious. I bit my lip. That man had an irritating talent for making ordinary words feel dangerous. Adrian Vale. My best friend's older brother. Thirty-one. Powerful. Controlled. And, according to practically everyone who knew his family, someone you didn't casually cross. People called him a mafia don. I never knew how much of that was exaggerated. I only knew that when Adrian walked into a room, people noticed. I'd met him several times before Mara and I became close, but we'd never really spoken.

Chapter 33: The Man Who Came Back from the Dead Lucian didn't move. The man on the monitor had his brother's eyes. His brother's scar. Even the same crooked smile that had once appeared whenever he was about to do something reckless and expect Lucian to clean up the mess. But Adrian Blackwood had died seven years ago. Lucian had attended the funeral. He had watched a closed coffin lowered into the ground. He had listened to his father swear that the fire had taken the only son he had ever truly loved.