Novel & Cerita Touch My Brother And You Die

My mouth goes dry as my eyes continue to roam over her delicious body, and I forgot for a second that I was standing next to her brother. I don't have any words. I can't even form them to respond to my best friend. “I'm going to kill her,” he snarled, slammed his beer cup onto the table and started shoving people out of his way and made his course towards his sister. I followed quickly behind him, thrusting a boy out of my way when he tried to take a swing at my best friend. When we finally made our way to them, Jason grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled her towards him.

Hardin said with a bitter smile. "Bryan, Bryan, you have no right to leave me. I haven't given you the permission to die yet. If you die, I will never forgive you”. I shook Bryan violently and cried out. “Is he gonna be fine?". I asked Scott and Hardin but they were helpless as well. I closed my eyes immediately to communicate to my brother telepathically. “Brother, please help, Bryan is dead". I said silently to him. “He has no right to break one of our vows without the sworn brothers permission, I will be right there soon".

"I’m sorry... Elena... I’m so sorry..." Luca covered his mouth and turned away, his shoulders heaving. Dante punched the wall, the sound of his knuckles cracking echoing through the room as blood smeared against the tiles. Even Matteo, the ice-cold strategist, took off his glasses and let the tears hit the floor. They finally believed it. Their baby sister—the one who always followed them around, the one they always ignored, the one they always forced to step aside. She really died in the rain that night.

The moment the coffin closed above me, I was enveloped in endless darkness. I could hear the metallic lock clanging outside and my mother's icy voice, berating, "Open your eyes and look carefully at what death really is, Joe! Let’s see if you’ll talk about death so lightly in the future." My big brother, Joe Hastings, slammed the coffin frantically. "Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out."

And a single line of text. Marry him tomorrow, and your brother dies that night.

Killian’s voice was steady. “Nothing. I’m just doing my job.” Enzo didn’t buy it. “Bullshit. Dante would kill anyone who touched her. Even his best friend. You know that, right? One wrong move and you’re done. She’s our baby sister. Blood. You cross that line and there’s no coming back.” The silence stretched. Killian didn’t answer. His silence was the only answer Enzo needed. I could almost see the confirmation in my brother’s eyes.

I said, as I could not hold my anger back. Closing my eyes shut, I took in one last breath. “Go ahead, jump, Trivia, but remember this, your kittke hidden brother ddies the moment you do,” he asserted, causing a. Jolt of electricity to course over me; I pushed my eyes open, staring down at the blazing blue ones of his. “Oh go ahead Trivia, I dare you, jump and watch your brother die because of you… What would it be? Your death and your brother's? Or hell with me?”

My brother’s name vibrates in my skull like a ghost: Damian. Vincent’s hand is in this. I can feel it. If Damian isn’t already dead, then he’s bleeding out somewhere, lost in someone else’s game. The phone vibrates in my palm, breaking the stillness. Diego. His name flashes across the screen like a dare. I answer. “We’re pledging our loyalty to you,” he says, his voice low, pleased, almost reverent. It snakes through the receiver and coils in my chest like smoke. A slow smile edges across my lips. My eyes narrow, catching my own reflection in the window dark suit, darker stare. “So it’s true then,” I say quietly. “My brother is gone.”

The spark called life. The man holding me has no idea that my brother will have few qualms about my death. Oh, it will piss him off because I'm a possession. More to the point, it will be the fact that someone fucked with his toy, the one he bullies constantly. I laugh at my brother's expense and it echoes off the walls. Diego would care more about a favorite goldfish if he had one. Delivering me in pieces to my brother will only piss him off because it would be near impossible to sew me together again and stuff me like one of his prized trophies. Nothing done to me will break through my brother's black heart. I'm but a pawn in the game of whose dick is bigger and deadlier.

And my life is over. “Tappaa,” I beg for death at his hand. “Tapa minut, Veli. Rukoilen sinua. Tapa minut, Veli.” (Kill. Kill me, Brother. I beg you. Kill me, Brother.) My brother looks me in the eye and shakes his head. “Tämä on armo, jota et ansaitse.” (This is a mercy you do not deserve.) He releases me and I can’t find my footing. I end up on the ground coughing.