Prison Break Brother Novels & Stories

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

I could never imagine losing him or someone taking advantage of my brother. I firmly remarked, "Miranda, we need to talk," observing her look of surprise upon hearing me. "I don't think there's any reason for discussion now, Ang. You've already made up your mind about me, so what's the use of this chat?" she responded with a serious voice. "It's about your divorce with my brother," I said, which was not what she expected. The arrogance of her to think I'd stand by after learning of her infidelity against my brother!

The excruciating pain made him tear up so much that his pillow was wet. A thug like him naturally had nothing left after such a turn of events. He would no longer have any power in the underbelly of Ol' Mare. "Bastard! Which bastard would dare to touch my little brother?!" A bald man raged in front of Nick's bed. He looked similar to Nick, but the violent aura and the ruthlessness of his gaze were far beyond Nick's. The moment Brett Panther received the call from his brother's subordinate, he immediately rushed over from Province Town.

"Don't tell me you're back home to disrupt my peace?" "Thanks for welcoming me, brother." My younger brother says sarcastically as walks into the kitchen. He goes over to where Susan is seated, watching the exchange and gives her a once over. I hope Susan is smart enough to know that he'll use his looks to get to her. "Hi, pretty lady," He said as his voice went few octaves lower. "What are you doing with my useless brother?" Before Susan can reply, my brother is beneath me in an arm lock. "Call me useless again and I'll break your neck."

my brother said, his voice low and playful. Stefano Guerra. My brother. Brilliant, reckless, and endlessly competitive but also jealous. As he spoke, his nostrils flared and his jaw tightened just a fraction. He’s up to something. “Go easy on him,” my father laughed. I offered a small nod. I never bothered with banter. Words were inefficient and Noisey. Physical torture is less painful. Where are those fucking prisoners? Footsteps answered me. Running. Fast. Panicked. Finally, it begins.

“Please tell me Trip killed him.” She chuckled. “He’ll never have a functioning right hand again. Trip’s a little different, he only goes into kill mode when he’s pushed past a certain point. Is killing your only alternative for people that you think deserve it?” Jake smiled, glanced at her, and sighed. “Earlier this week, I found out my brother was a key factor in me going to prison. His partner was pissed when I was released. My brother was supposed to get me to sign over the compensation I received before getting rid of me and—”

Cameron. “How’s he?” Trevor asked and the firm tension was there. “Trying to be a good dad now, brother? I expected you to just wait in your humble kingdom until you were informed your prince’s okay-“ “Cut the nonsense, Fred, and just fucking answer me! How’s my son?” Trevor snarled at his brother. Mom immediately held him to calm him down.

Her voice grew closer, footsteps approached as I zipped my bag shut, ready to leave. The door swung open, and there they were—Aaron just standing there and Rhoda behind him, looking exasperated. Their gazes flicked to my packed bag, Rhoda’s eyes turned glassy as she took a step forward. “Jo...” she whispered, her voice breaking. I looked at her, ignoring Aaron completely. “Just so you know,” I said calmly, “your brother is an asshole. And yeah, I’ll text you my address in the morning.” I stepped forward, waiting for them to move out of my way.

"He doesn't exactly owe me, your brother does, but your dad took the brunt of it. Who would have thought a privileged kid like your brother would fall into cocaine?" I try to piece everything together slowly, and I realize that my brother is the only reason I was kidnapped, but the prostition is just a bonus for Damien and Dan. They can toss me in there to the wolves, get me addicted to drugs, and hurt my dad for a lifetime. I don't know how I am going to get out of this, and when Damien pulls into an abandoned warehouse, my heart sinks. What is stopping him from asking for ransom and killing me after my dad sends the money. Or will he even send the money? Does he have it? He would have paid

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o