Novel & Cerita Sovereign Brotherhood Mc

The great Antonio Castello had once called it a weakness. And he was right. Only he didn't get to live long to find out that the Slovakian bullet that drilled a hole right into his head had been carefully branded by one of his own. His brother, one of my fucking uncles who'd been stupid enough to be a traitor. He had shaken hands with the enemy and had planned to wipe out the entire Castello line and take the reins of the underworld. Unfortunately, he had gotten my father and brother and could have almost killed me if I hadn't escaped with a bullet to my arm. The brotherhood only initiated boys from the age of fourteen, if they survived the initiation.

FINNIAN Later in the day, the elders arrived, each of them bowing deeply to the Alpha King before taking their seats. The air shifted the moment they stepped in. It was heavy and silent. No one spoke unless Rowan did first. My brother never liked the idea of Beta or Gamma, or anything traditional, for that matter. Said it made the pack lazy, too reliant on rank. We only had guards and warriors. No middlemen. You either fought for the pack or you didn't belong.

“Every second. Dane was crying so hard. Only eleven and he carried her the whole way. Wouldn’t let anyone else hold her.” “He knew even then she was his.” “Mate bonds can feel each other young.” Marcus pulled me close. “Now we have to tell him his mate has Moon Goddess blood. That she has real power. That she has a twin brother just as strong.” “He will protect her even harder.” “If that’s possible.” Marcus was quiet. “Catherine… what if there are more siblings?” “What do you mean?” “Lucia said ‘one of them.’ What if there were more than two?”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

“The fuck you did not just go there.” His chin lifted. I saw it then—possession, entitlement, something uglier under both. I let him have both barrels. “Number one, you and I are not together. We’ve hooked up. That does not make you my anything, so don’t get that twisted.” His face flushed. I kept going. “And number two, it doesn’t matter whose woman she is.” I pointed toward Sable. “She is a prospect of the Black Daggers. She is the first sister this brotherhood has ever had. We protect our own.”

I want to toss Atkins off the balcony, shooting him in the back as he falls to the floor below, but I manage to keep a grip on myself by a thin thread. My authority questioned and the night ruined … this was a bad plan. “Leave, all of you,” I growl, my eyes blazing with fury. “Take him out of here, Sean.” Sean hauls Alfredo’s away by his collar, and they quickly leave the VIP area. Fatima has long since disappeared. I watch them go, feeling a chill run through me. The old Alvrado brotherhood oath repeats in my head like an earworm—You care for no one but the Alvrado’s brotherhood , and you shall love none other than the Alvrado’s brotherhood . That is the way of the brotherhood , and I’m det

Samantha whispered softly, her eyes filling with so much genuine care and empathy that it almost cracked through my chest. "It's okay. I was nineteen then. I've had time to heal," I said, offering a small, reassuring nod. "My dad's best friend introduced me back to the club after the funeral, and they took care of me. By the time I was twenty-three, I had tasted comfort, profound loss, and something as deep and fierce as a real brotherhood. I became the leader by inheritance. It was the exact life my dad fought so hard to keep me away from, but now... I'm completely immersed in it. I still run my legitimate businesses and my personal life, but the brotherhood is a massive part of who I am. W

He pats me on the head condescendingly just before shoving a dirty sock into my mouth to gag me, which he seals with a thick band of duct tape that he wraps around my face and hair, leaving my nose and eyes free. “We’ll be back in Pleasant Valley in 3 hours,” he promises. “And when we get there, The Brotherhood will cleanse you of your sin.” Wiggling away from him, I shake my head. The Brotherhood of the Sun is a human-run hate group focused on eliminating supernaturals from the face of the continent, creating a space free for humans to live undisturbed. A human-only utopia. Growing up in Pleasant Valley, we were taught that no supernatural could be trusted. That this world should be long fo

I queried as I looked at him. "You know!!" Clark said with a broad smile. "He is part of the moon brotherhood." He snapped as he looked at me. He smirked as he saw my reaction of my jaw dropping immediately. "What do you mean by he is part of the moon brother?" I gasped. My eyes glistened. "The moon brotherhood consists of five different bloodlines, remember?" Clark shrugged as he looked at me. "And?" "Jayson Holmes." He responded briefly. I couldn't help but remain completely shocked.

In the eighth year of our marriage, I was on my way to drop my daughter off at school when I got a call from a hotel. "Is this Ms. Ariel Winters? Your husband, Vince Weaver, left his watch here." My blood went cold. Ariel Winters was my wife. Vince Weaver was my sworn brother. I rushed to my sister, desperate for her to deny it. She didn't even flinch. Instead, she gave me a calm, steady lecture. "Edwin, they already have a child together. Just pretend you don't know. Ariel didn't want you to get hurt. That's the only reason we agreed to keep it from you." Before I could speak, my brother-in-law cut in. "Yeah, Edwin, don't blame Vince for this. You're both fathers. Try to see it from h