The Falling Brothers Novels & Stories

Oh, how I couldn't wait to see it swell even more after Kaleb taught him a lesson. "How dare—" the rest of his words died out when Kaleb pounced on him, sending the glass flying onto the floor. The sound of it as it came into contact with the floor shattered, and the liquid spilt filled my eyes. It was closely followed by Roman's loud grunt of pain. "Let him go!" Danica cried out, running towards Marise, whose eyes widened. I didn't flinch as the two brothers fell down, rolling and tossing as they threw punches.

"We shall need to recruit members of our respective friend groups and family circles to fill supporting roles. A maid of honor to swoon over your bridal bliss, a roguish best man to clink glasses and lament my having been tamed at last by love itself." Isabelle struggled to tamp down her rising tide of unease at where this lurid scenario seemed headed. Enlisted members of her carefully curated inner circle being brought into the humiliating heart of this sham? Her stomach turned at the thought of her few remaining friends being exposed to this mortifying charade of wanton lies and frantic overcompensation. Damien appeared to sense her growing panic, and his tone softened slightly. "Peace, Is

“Because I’m family.” I blinked. “What?” Jillian didn’t respond. He just stood there. Still. Quiet. “Tell her,” Graham taunted. “Tell her I’m your cousin. Tell her we grew up side-by-side until you took over the business and I got kicked to the curb.” Christy: “Is that true?” Jillian’s jaw flexed. “He betrayed us. He sold out intel to a rival gang and nearly got my father killed. He’s lucky we didn’t bury him six feet under.”

Nicole breathed, horror evident in her voice. "That's the Brothers," Jimmy replied with a shrug. "They don't think like normal wolves. Their leader, he's... different. Obsessed. And he won't stop until either you're dead or he is." Cadel's growl was pure menace. "Then I'll make sure it's the latter. Tell us everything you know about them—names, locations, plans." Jimmy shook his head. "It's not that simple. The Brothers operate in cells. Most members don't know who's in other cells. The only one who has the complete picture is the leader, and he's paranoid as hell. I only know bits and pieces."

He didn't resist. For one unbearable second... He simply stood there. Bile rose up my throat. I looked away before I could see anything else. What the fuck. A bitter laugh escaped me. Of course. Why wouldn't he? He was a mafia boss. She was his dead brother's widow. Maybe this had been going on for years. Maybe everyone knew except me. I turned and hurried toward my room before they could catch me listening. Once I was inside my room, I shut the door a little harder than necessary.

“I love you. You can’t leave me... please.” “I thought you loved me too,” Lillian replied coldly. “But now I know better. You slept with me and kept it hidden from me for years.” “I was afraid,” Sebastian said, dropping to his knees. “I was afraid of losing you... afraid you’d leave me. And now… this is exactly what’s happening.” Lillian stared at him for a moment, then shook her head in disgust. “You know what?” she said. “There’s no difference between you and your stupid brother, Wilson. Both of you are liars.”

Tell me why I can't fall for him? He's Lucian Archer, a certified playboy and your brother. I almost forgot. "Why? Just a tacky necklace", I shot back before I could stop myself. Tears brimmed my eyes immediately. I was angry at myself for being so vulnerable, moved by a piece of jewelry. But this could keep me safe. He's just trying to make me fall for him. I tuned out the voice in my head and faced him squarely. I didn't mean to be rude, but my emotions are riling up. Is he doing this on purpose? Doing little things that would melt my heart and make me fall for him! Who the hell does he think he is?!

He paused, then added quietly, “His name is Maddox. But she’s claiming he ran over my brother’s wife on this private road. My brother is very much obsessed with his wife—and if she doesn’t survive, he’s coming for my crew. He definitely won’t spare anyone's life. And I fully know it isn’t Maddox who ran over my brother’s wife . It’s her, but I have no proof. My heart sank immediately. “I really do like the Maddox guy, I won’t want him to be killed over nothing.” He added. “So Maya, please… save this family. I really do want to die a peaceful death,” he muttered weakly. I just stood there, frozen from the moment I heard Maddox’s name. My heart pounded painfully—I could barely move an inch. “S

“Then give me something. Anything. Where are the brothers hiding? Who set the warehouse on fire? Who pulled the trigger on Emilio? I need every single piece of information on the brothers. What deals are they doing? Where are their warehouses? Aside from the club in town, what other false businesses do they have?” He coughed, gagged, then answered in a hoarse voice, “There’s a new deal, Tuesday night. It’s going down at the club at midnight. The brothers will be there. The two of them.” I grinned. “Now we’re talking.” Francesco walked forward and looked down at the man. “Is he lying?” “No,” I said. “You can see it. He’s broken now.” Francesco didn’t answer. He just turned and walked out of t

“When the moon is void and the waters bleed, we strike.” Her high priestess approached, whispering: “And the boy?” Valeria’s teeth bared. “I won’t kill him.” A pause. “I’ll hollow him.” III. The Brotherhood’s Pact That night, the four brothers stood outside under the moon, watching the stars shift. “We started as mafia kings,” Petrov said, sipping vodka. “Now we chant spells and shield babies.” Sokolov laughed bitterly. “I had no idea things like this existed. I used to shoot first, ask later.”