The Blackwood Brothers More About Jesus นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He nodded. The Blackwoods—the most feared mafia family in the city. Their patriarch, Don Vito Blackwood, ran the most notorious criminal empire in the country. His sons were equally infamous: Damian, the charismatic yet cruel eldest; David, arrogant and aggressive; Denzel, the flirt and womanizer; and Dominique—the youngest and most feared of them all. Cold. Calculated. Merciless. They called him The Devil. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “Dad... of all people… the Blackwoods?”

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

I turned and froze. It wasn’t Miguel. It was another man, taller, broader, with Ethan’s eyes but a different darkness in them. His smile was sharp, not warm. His presence was unsettling, almost predatory. “Forgive me,” he said, stepping closer. “I should introduce myself. Nathaniel Blackwood. Ethan’s brother.” I stiffened. Ethan had spoken of family so rarely, I had almost forgotten he even had a brother. Now, here he was...uninvited, unannounced, and clearly savoring the unease he caused.

Adrian stood between them, watching with an almost amused expression. "You wanted the truth." He spread his hands. "Now you have it." Ava glared at him. "What did you do?" "Nothing." He smiled. "I simply brought the two brothers together." Brothers. Ava's heart pounded. She looked at the second man. "Who are you?" He lowered his gun slightly. "My name is Damian Blackwood." The man beside her immediately shook his head. "He's lying." The second man looked at him. "No. You are."

I told her, I wiped off sweat my forehead with a clean white towel hang over my neck Mrs Blackwood is a lot more of talkative than Cindy and I know she wouldn't want to get off me quickly. "When I was young I do lots of things and I did love to club, walking along with the rich guys and spending so much on clothes, shoes, bags and cars, I didn't know life was much more sweet with Christ, hallelujah,have you ever had about the son of God, Jesus?"Mrs Blackwood ask me " Yea, Jesus Christ, have heard lots of him?" I did replied her reluctantly "What about your friend, does she know him?" She asked me

I continued, “before I ever stepped into this house, before I ever became part of this family… There was another tragedy.” I let the name land carefully. “Matteo Blackwood.” The name rippled through the room like someone had dropped a match in dry grass. Heads turned. Whispers buzzed. One woman gasped. Another crossed herself. A man near the far wall shifted on his feet like he wanted to walk out. I didn’t stop. “He was Salvatore’s brother. Pietro’s brother, too. Mama’s baby. And he was murdered.” The room stirred louder now. Someone whispered, “We don’t speak about that,” but I kept going.

He said. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. I think it's my solo battle to fight." I sighed in tiredness. "A piece of suggestion from your friend if you don't mind." He said. "Go on." "I know Sébastien Blackwood. He and my elder brother has been working together for years. He is a determined man, if he wish for something, he gets it by hook or by crook. Please be careful and in my opinion, you should choose a crooked way because he'd not divorce you easily."

Richard didn't answer. Elias did. “Alexander Blackwood.” Silence. Ethan stared at him. “My father's name was Richard Blackwood.” “Yes.” “So who was Alexander?” Richard's voice was quiet. “My older brother.” Ava's breath caught. Ethan stared. “You had a brother?” Richard nodded. “He died before I took control of Blackwood.” “Died how?” “He disappeared.” “That's not the same thing.” “No.” Richard's gaze lowered. “It's what I told everyone.”

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.