The Falling Brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes were still on his brother as he fell then as he got deeper to where he didn't know he'd land, his eyes closed. Disappointment ran through his blood. He couldn't protect his brother and he wanted to die, he promised to protect his brother but he watched his brother get killed, he's a failure, a big time one. Were the last thoughts in his mind. Felix on the other hand felt his body coming in contact with the cold ground. He wanted to scream out his brother's name when he saw him falling off the cliff but he didn't know how to do it, his mouth couldn't open.

The metal dents with the impact. Two down. The third one actually has some training—he feints left, then comes in low. I respect that for about half a second before I knee him in the face. He drops like a puppet with cut strings. The fourth one takes one look at his unconscious friends and runs. Smart. I turn to Daniel, who's backed up against the car, eyes wide with fear. Not the look of a predator. Not even close. "Daniel Castellanos," I say, walking toward him slowly. "You and I need to—"

She looked just like Mom. My body couldn't move. It was as if I was seeing a ghost. "Bro?" Andrea called. My ears weren't listening well. My eyes were spinning. "Big brother," I heard Arianna's voice. My eyes became heavy and my body became weak. I fell down to the floor. The last thing I could hear was the sound of my sisters crying and shaking me. Milo, get the fuck up. Your sisters are crying. I encouraged myself. But I just couldn't. I know how smart they are to call Dad. Soon, I couldn't hear them anymore.

“I want to hit this fucker hard and fast and take away everything he’s ever worked for. I want to send the word out that no one touches what’s mine. Timothy Flynn made his last mistake this morning when he took my woman.” Roman thrust his hand into the circle the five of them made. Sazon put his hand on top of Roman’s, soon Barshan and Yuri’s hands joined the others. Finally, Mikial’s hand topped theirs. Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.”

His lip was split. Blood smeared the corner of his mouth. A fresh bruise was already blooming under his eye. Oh my God… Paulo actually hit him. “Finally!” Paulo barked the second he saw me. “This idiot spilled everything. Now we can talk like adults. Sit down!” I moved on autopilot, legs shaky as I sank onto the edge of the couch. I couldn’t stop staring at Denver. He looked wrecked, physically and otherwise. No question about it: my brother had thrown punches.

Her children stood beside her, their young faces glowing with excitement and curiosity, unaware of just how monumental this day would be. Enzo, regal and commanding, stepped forward first. His presence was magnetic, drawing every gaze to him with effortless power. Atlas, Ash, and Kael moved in perfect unison behind him, the bond between them resonating like a steady heartbeat in the crowd’s chest. For years, whispers and legends had surrounded the brothers, but few had seen them as they truly were. Today, those whispers would no longer remain whispers.

I looked up at his face, breaking the first safety tip I had been told. This was a man of shadows, a man my father had sworn didn't exist, yet many times at night, I heard him curse at them. A man straight out of my nightmares. A man I hoped would never recognize me. “I fratelli Drago”, also known as the Draghi Brothers, were the worst nightmare of many Mafia lords. No one knew where exactly they came from, all we knew was they built a family, fast. Killing all their competitors, taking over families. They had murdered a boss last year, because he spilled a drink on one of them in spite. I had enjoyed watching them, following all their updates. My father called them monsters.

Ava froze, her fork pausing mid-air. Ethan scoffed. “Didn’t go. I bailed.” Leo laughed. “Seriously?” Ethan leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. The thought of sharing my once-quiet house with two new people? Freaky. No thanks.” Freya gasped and turned to Ava so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. “Did you hear that?” she whispered. Ava kept her expression blank. “Nope.” Freya nudged her. “He’s your stepbrother.”

“Elbow in. Cheek weld tight. Breath out, squeeze--no, no pull. In the back of us the courtyard was bloody. Burning Harleys set the night ablaze in the orange, blood oozing dark in the floodlights. The gasoline, cordite, and copper scent were in the air. The withdrawing foe had disappeared in the bushes, but we all had the knowledge that it was not finished. The reinforcements were coming back. Mantovani gave me a glance, wild and alive, and horrifyingly beautiful. “Ready, piccola?” I nodded once. He grinned like a devil. “Then let's go hunting.” We broke as a group -twelve brothers flaking out in a wedge, Mantovani and I at the point. Squeezing boots on glass and brass. Fifty yards in front

“That’s how people get killed.” My wolf stirred faintly, urging patience. The first rogue stepped closer to the second, chest puffed. “You think you’re better than me?” “I think you’re sloppy,” the second said flatly. Silence fell between them, thick and dangerous. I saw it then ,the shift. The moment where they stopped being a team. The moment they hated each other. The first rogue laughed, low and mocking. “Funny. You didn’t seem so righteous when the madam sent us.”