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She began to laugh. I started to laugh with her. “We’ll be going behind closed doors immediately.” She said, still laughing. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” “So, where was I? Oh. You could benefit from this mating business wise because he could help you. You wouldn’t have to slow down. And I’m sure his brother will want to help his new sister-in-law.” She tried to reason with me. Again there she was talking about “The Brothers.” I didn’t get it. “There you go again with this brothers stuff. Why does everyone talk about them like that? Kayne is an alpha with a younger brother that helps with the pack. So why are they being grouped together? Are they some kind of packaged deal?”

He never stays with any of them. He doesn't do girlfriends. My older brother is a year ahead of me, and so is everyone sitting around the bonfire. He is one of the popular boys in the school, captain of the football team, and someone who has girls tripping over each other to have him just smile at them. It's pathetic. I don't walk around in the same social circle as my big brother. I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

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.

I have three step brothers and I want all of them to fuck me! It’s bad, I know. Dirty and shameful. But what can I say? My brothers could melt chocolate on their tightly muscled abs and I’d developed a raging sweet tooth. Older than me by a handful of years, they’d been playing center stage in my deepest, darkest fantasies since the moment I realized I could spark off something amazing by fingering myself beneath the covers at night.

Phoebe murmured, "That's a pretty delicate balance." Anthony was Hannah's young brother, but she would always be on her guard around him. "At least on the surface, they look like the perfect siblings," Brooke said, glancing at Phoebe. "Some things are left unsaid. Open the box, and even the strongest sibling bond would shatter." Phoebe met her eyes, her gaze deep and steady. Brooke continued, "Last time, Ms. Cooper mentioned that you have a younger brother, too. Are you two really close?"

“Nova…” “No.” My voice shook, but I forced steel into it. “You don’t get to rewrite history. You cheated. You lied. And you left me bleeding while you smiled. Don’t stand here and tell me you want me back just because you can’t stand that your brother treats me better than you ever did.” For the first time, anger flickered across his face, the smooth mask cracking. His jaw clenched, his tone sharpening. “Better? Adrian doesn’t do better. He controls. He manipulates. That’s all he knows. And if you think for a second that he’s going to choose you over his own plans, you’re even more naïve than I thought.”

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

So, I can only assume the pain he inflicts on him will be incredible. Standing, we walk out. “Maybe we should leave?” I hear Harry and I smile. He's getting worried. “Why the rush, Harry?” Laughing, I walk through. These guys are people I went to school with, I never liked Harry. Callum, Thomas, and the others are fine. Harry? No. My brothers move and sit down, and everyone joins their little friendship circle. It's cute, really, except for one is dying tonight. “Introduce everyone, little one.” Marco winks at Lucia, and I see Harry glare. I bite back the laugh.