My Brother's Best Friends Novels & Stories

“She’s our sister. Not a chess piece. Lorenzo would destroy her spirit. I’ve seen how he operates. We can find another alliance. One that doesn’t involve selling her off to a monster.” The conversation continued. Surprisingly, my three brothers were united against the match. They didn’t want their baby sister with a man like Lorenzo. The protectiveness in their voices warmed me even as it surprised me. They argued for almost an hour, voices rising and falling. Dante was the most vocal, the heir stepping up in a way I hadn’t seen before. I slipped away before they finished, my heart became a little lighter. My brothers were fighting for me. The first real crack in Father’s authority.

Dave stood up protectively and so did I. “Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I told Brad quickly. He didn’t turn to me, he just kept looking at Dave. “Brad, I’ll be with you in a while. Can you please excuse me now?” I said surprising myself by how stern I was. After a quick glance at me and without a word, Brad walked away. I turned to Dave. “Who’s he?” Dave asked. “He’s my best friend’s brother. We’re sort of family.” I added quickly.

Richard says, and Fred nods his head. “Yeah, you’re a fucking dinosaur,” he says and I can’t help but laugh as I watch my older brother trying to scold my younger brother. They are ridiculous when they start to pick on each other. But it’s times like these that make me realize I wouldn’t have it any other way. My brothers are the closest friends I have. Besides Benny and Parker, they are the people I know I can count on whenever.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that it would be my brother's best friend. The memories of the past came rushing back in my mind. I recalled how my twin brother was broken when he lost his best friend. Mathew Martinez was not only my brother's best friend, he was our friend too and one of the best men that we had in our team. He was more like a family and we used to consider him as one of us. “ Are you sure this is real or there's a mistake?” I couldn't help it but ask Diego just to make sure that it wasn't a case of mistaken identity. Even though I didn't want to admit it, deep down I wished he could tell me that it wasn't true.

I see them wiping their eyes, nodding. "I want to thank some people who made this possible," I continue. "Brandon—" I find him in the front row, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you for being my brother in every way that matters. For never giving up on me even when I gave you every reason to." He salutes me with two fingers, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Isaac and Pablo—you two are the best friends anyone could ask for. Thank you for sticking by me through everything." They nod, Isaac's arm around Yara's shoulders.

Even though it was far away, just the possibility of being near him again gave me hope. He smiled at me, his thumb caressing my fingers. “I’d love to.” The intensity in his eyes combined with his words left me a little mesmerized. He wasn’t just blowing me off with a “sure” or “that sounds like fun.” He sounded genuinely excited about seeing me again. I broke away from his stare, taking another sip of champagne to calm myself down. “Okay, your teens or before was somehow messed up. What about brothers or sisters?” He cleared his throat and leaned back into his chair. “I have an older brother. He’s my best friend, and even with our hectic lives, we make sure to get together at least every oth

“No.” “Then what?” “I said. He’s my best friend’s brother. They needed the money. That’s it.”

"Those are our best friends. That's a funny story. The older one, Ezekiel," he pauses and points to a man with a long beard," has been Jackson's best friend since kindergarten. His brother is this one," he points to the younger one, slightly shorter beard, then continues, "Jeremiah. Ezekiel would always bring Jeremiah over when he came to our house, and I completely hated him at first. Thought he was an asshole and told him so. Naturally, he didn't take that well, so we started fighting. By the time my and hisbrother pulled us apart, I had a black eye, and he had a busted lip. We've been best friends ever since."

That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away and I am not alone in anything.

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.