Terenzi Brothers Novels & Stories

He called his brother after a few days to tell him about this. Terrence picked up the phone immediately. "Where are you?" he sternly asked. "Hey, bro. Not important. I just called to tell you that I’ll be staying here for good. Take care of yourself and Tabitha. " Troy responded in a serious tone. "What happened? Are you in trouble? Staying where? " Terrence asked one after another. He may be a heartless and cruel mafia boss to others, but he’s a gentle and loving older brother to Tabitha and Troy.

"Whenever I introduce myself, they always ask those questions. Now, I make a habit of just throwing it out there before he annoys me with it. I mean, can't a man just fuc… introduce himself these days without being bombarded with weird questions." I nodded not knowing what else to say. This guy was different from his two other brothers. He was far too blunt. These three brothers were the perfect definition of 'seven brothers, seven different minds'. Terranean was chill and welcoming. Aegean was blunt and somewhat more aggressive than his brothers. Martin was more of an introvert than I realized. He kept to himself and did his job. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Really?” “Yeah. Lake fucking Winston, but I love the guy. Well, I hated him at first. Guy was a pussy, but he changed, and he loves my sister. So, we’re good.” I shook my head in amusement. “I know Lake. I’ve met his wife at the Creed and Kross event recently. I have no clue she’s your sister. Now I see the resemblance. Maverick, right?” It became clearer to me who Terzo was and who he had been associated with, if he knew the Braddsons personally, which made him one of the most dangerous, influential, and powerful Italian mafia figures in history.

“My brother. Antonio Moretti.” The name lands wrong. Familiar, but wrong. I purse my mouth tightly, confusion rippling through me as I try to reconcile his words with what I know. “That does not make sense,” I say slowly. “Antonio Moretti is one of the three brothers.” I've done enough research on the Morettis, in my time before Lucien and after, to know there are three of them. Salvatore, the oldest. Antonio, the second child. Lucien, the youngest.

She smirked and said, "Interesting topic. My brothers. Firstborn and next line King Leonard Martinez 33 since 1489 but not crowned yet cause his beloved still didn't show up. He is the most dangerous one among us if he gets angry or provoked. He is also so caring and protective when it's come to the family. I never saw him smile wide in all these centuries. He loves me most and always gives me whatever I asked for but never gave me freedom and Independence. Then my second brother Liam Martinez 31 so a sweet guy who knows what to talk at the right time and to person. He can get angry when someone lies to him. He hates that most. He is the one who helped me to achieve my dreams and gave me win

It was time to bid farewell to their fallen comrade, to honor Tyler's memory and lay him to rest. In a solemn ceremony, they gathered around Tyler's final resting place, a serene clearing deep within the heart of the forest. The pack, united in their grief, stood in silent reverence as Miguel delivered a heartfelt eulogy. Tears mingled with the earth as they lowered Tyler's body into the sacred ground, each member offering a silent prayer for their departed brother.

“Why did Terzo say London is under his protection now?” “Because he’s your wife. That’s why she had to be there. Look, the last thing I want is to involve you both, but I had no choice. You have to meet Gaetano. Think of it as showing respect to my associates.” “Why did Dad come late?” London inquired. “He had to pay respect to the grave of Gianna.” “That’s a pretty name.” “Yes.” “And you left my brother alone with them.” “I wasn’t alone, brother. We were seventeen. Three were my men. The rest is from Siciliano and your father. If I didn’t know they’re wanted criminals, they’re actually cool.”

With one last smile, I marched towards the family who loudly hooted, as the volleyball furiously flew from one side to another. "You're gonna lose, asshole." Vincenzo loudly laughed at his brother's disheveled state. Sweat beads covered his hair and naked chest and, sand particles sticked to him like a second skin. "Shutup, dickhead. Whose plan was this anyways?" He hissed back, his chest heaving up and down from all the running. "Not mine, for sure." Tyler yelled back, his hand roughly colliding with the ball once again. Before Lorenzo could bark out more curses, he swiftly paced to the other side and batted the ball back with equal force making it fly above the three aw-struck boys.

“Just keep in mind, once I tell you everything, you can’t sidestep it and eyes will be on you every move from here on in to ensure you keep quiet.” “I’ll take my chances. I just want to know what in the fuck is going on, Alessandra. I can handle myself. So, I ask again, who they were?” “Well, the first one is Alexander Russo, he’s my eldest brother. The other one was Ashton Rossini, he’s a college buddy of Xander’s and also a business partner. Our families have known each other and have done business for decades now, much longer than I’ve been alive.” Zandro went silent a moment, his gaze taking on a faraway look. “Why do those names sound familiar to me.”

Ethan’s disappointed expression burned in my mind. “ Ethan, I didn't know he was coming. He was hurt, I needed to help him. I said to collect myself together. I leaned against the wall where he finally stopped. heart hammering. “ Jescyka,” he called quietly. “ I just want you to be careful, Marvy and now his brother.” He took another pause. “ You should be careful.” My chest ached, my mind was screaming… I couldn’t deny the tension that had taken over me. Ethan's eyes were void of any emotion even as he spoke.