Torn Between The Carter Brothers Novels & Stories

dad said with a dreamy look. I feel the main reason he wants to take this deal is because he always liked to outshine his rival. The Carters had been in rivalry with the Valencios from the days of my great grandfather Massimo Valencio. I'm not interested in continuing in their steps as Owen Carter is like my best friend. Sadly our friendship had not stopped our fathers from hating each other's gut. "Sir" Caine called out probably trying to get my attention. I've gone into my own world.

Carter sighed again, as if considering whether or not to open up to me and fortunately, he chose to trust me. "I know I may not look like it but I love my brother, Xavier. He's my favorite out of all my siblings because we've been through a lot together." Carter ran his hand on his face to gather himself, "And the fact that he's not by my side at this point that I need him is frustrating. Knowing that we're on the verge of tearing apart, breaks me," I felt saddened for Carter after he had opened up his heart to me. I perfectly understood him. Nothing was more hurtful than wanting someone who's not around.

John mumbled, "I guess." The car slowed to a stop in front of a large building. John couldn't completely make it out, but it looked familiar. Before he could ask, Carla was out of the car and running toward a man standing there. "Hello, brother," she said, jumping into the man's arms. The man laughed, "Hello, tornado," he said affectionately to his sister, putting her down. "Guys, come meet this loser Beta of a brother."

But no one knows what to do with me. I’m torn. One moment, I’m thinking about Damian, about the sorrow of his rejection and the relationship we shared. The next, I’m thinking about Xander, the mysterious, deadly man who stepped in when no one else would. “Why is this happening to me?” I grumble under my breath, pacing back and forth outside my cabin. My hands are shaking, my mind racing with questions I don’t have answers to. I’ve always been the weakest one, the one everyone neglected. And now, I’m in the thick of this disaster, caught between two powerful men who may destroy each other if this goes any further.

I thought he was talking about business, about the markets, about anything but what now seemed so obvious. Then came the night of the opening of Elena's second office in the East Side. I had seen him in the parking lot, leaning against a car that cost more than my first house… a sleek black beast that screamed new money and dangerous ambition. He'd looked at me, a wolf in a designer suit, and said those words that had haunted my dreams ever since: "You've had your fun, brother." Brother. The word had always been a mockery, a reminder of the family connection we both despised.

“Still considering it." She chuckles and drops into the seat beside me. The cold can presses against my palm, but I don't open it. I just stare at it blankly. She nudges my shoulders lightly. “He's going to be okay.” I swallow hard and look away. “He got shot, Sandra.” “And he will survive it,” she replies. I finally look at her, tears blurring my eyes. "Are you sure?” She lets out a light chuckle. “Very sure. This is Jeremy Carter we're talking about. The same Jeremy that played an entire football match with a fractured wrist because he didn't want to lose to Chicago.”

“And remember, your sister’s life hangs on your loyalty to me. Don’t make me collect.” Giovanni scrambled out, running for his freedom like a dog that had just been unleashed, but Luther knew… the leash was invisible, and it was wrapped tightly around his throat. When the door slammed shut, Luther turned back to the remaining three men. He looked at them, their battered faces full of hatred and defiance. One of them spat blood on the ground. “You’re a coward, Lombardi. Vicenzo will burn you for this.”

She simply stared at the screen as if waiting for Anny to burst out laughing and declare it all an elaborate joke. "You..." Morgan's voice emerged as a croak. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Are you pranking me right now?" "I am not." Anny shook her head emphatically. "I... I wouldn't prank you over something like this. You know that." "Wait a minute. Let me understand." Morgan held up both hands as if trying to physically grasp the information Anny had just hurled at her. "The Carter brothers. Adriano and Michele. Both of them. At the same time. Together." The words tumbled out in a jumbled, disbelieving rush.