Two Brothers Novels & Stories

he sighed. “I don’t think I want to,” Mick said stubbornly. I could feel his wariness. “Mick, please,” Billy pouted his bottom lip. “Seriously, man. I missed you and so did everyone else. Don’t leave. Your brother and you can work through the shared mate shit later.” “Brother?” I looked at Mick. I figured they were related, but wasn’t sure how. I was hoping they were second cousins or distant relatives. Not siblings. “Twin brother,” Boyd said, scowling with his arms crossed. “Bet he didn’t tell you that either.”

The thick scent billows into the air, coating everyone’s nostrils. Even though Dimitri’s dead, his family is still a part of us and they should be with us where they belong. The Black twins, Boris and Bogdan, our byki, stares at each other and then back at me. The silent question in their expression makes me cock a brow at them. “Know anything you’d like to share, Black?” Their savagery earned them the name Black twins. Both boys are good at enforcing orders, killing without mercy. That’s what the brotherhood is all about now: “show no mercy to our fucking rivals.”

Mac looked back at me, as he wanted to say something, not caring what had made everyone pay attention. "The savage brothers are here" The girl finally said and everyone gasped in shock turning to each other The savage brothers are like every student's nightmare, Jack, Henry, and Liam are three brothers, who once dropped out of school to focus on gangster life. They have always been a menace to other schools including Oakwood. I saw Mac freeze beside me and his eyes widened before his eyes glared daggers, the air around him changed and I shifted away from him, his grip on my arm became tight and I filed nervously.

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.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

Talli asked as she sat back. “We would die for one another,” Barshan explained. “We are brothers, blood brothers by our own oath. We all met when we were teenagers living on the streets. We were barely surviving alone but once we all came together, we more than survived. We thrived and grew stronger. Then working for the Bratva and for the first time we became a family. None of us are willing to break those vows, they are stronger than any metal and they bind us just as fiercely.”

"No... but kind of." "I'll need to figure out what to do. Maybe go home early today," I told her, but the look on her face said something else. "Well, I think you should," she said, biting her lower lip with a giggle. "Two brothers in the same company? Try not to get yourself in trouble." "What do you mean two brothers?" I asked, staring at her.

"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that." ​Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!" ​The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.

“Seriously? Your sister is too feisty to be kidnapped. I am pretty sure that she would kick my balls. I am not making this up, she has threatened to do it before.” “Keano!” I exclaim. I can’t believe that he is telling my brother that. “Akela?” Kanye calls out. He must have heard me exclaim. I take the phone from Keano and let out a sigh. “Hi, Brother. I am fine.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” “You have been gone for hours,” he points out. “I know. Keano and I had a lot to talk about.” “On a first name bases now I see,” Kanye teases, making me blush.

I added, closing the subject then turned back to my tablet, the cool glass smooth under my red nails. "They're the Thorne brothers?" Felix said. His fingers moved fast on his own screen. "Wow!! He has a brother." I smiled softly, intrigued but no warmth touched my face. Just a spark of interest on my next target stirred inside me. "An identical twin brother," he said. He did not smile back, his voice sounding as if it's a problem. I looked at him harder, searching his face. Something in his eyes made my skin prickle. "Damien Thorne and Xander Thorne," he went on. "It says here that they're known for their notorious and ruthless nature. They are very discreet in their business deals and..." H