Novel & Cerita What Happened To The Crude Brothers

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.”

I walked out of the meeting room quickly before anyone could see the tears forming in my eyes. As I made it to the hallway, I found an empty alcove, pressed my back against the wall, and just let the memories crash over me. My oldest brother, Garrett. He was strong, brave, and protecting the younger children until his throat was torn out. My second brother, Thomas, who was fast and skilled, was cut down as he tried to reach the weapons cache. Finn. Marcus. David. Leon. All of them. Gone. And my nephew, Little Erik. He was only twelve years old. He had tried to hide and tried to be brave, but they found him.

But time passed, and the incident had long since become a demon he didn't want to face. His brother had changed his appearance, becoming no longer the same as he looked, and now even if they walked together, no one would suspect they were twins. How good it was that his brother had started a new life and he was stuck in the past forever. Tonight Sin City is in complete chaos, Jessie's house was attacked, Greg died violently, and Oscar's men suddenly came from all directions, taking over the major families. Even the headquarters of Harrington's family did not let go, without rivals Oscar, this Sin City for him, like a bag.

Breton said. “It was only a matter of time,” Billy added. Lucia was sincerely touched by their efforts. With time, we came to learn why the brothers lived in exclusivity. They had all faked their own deaths, at different times, so as not to raise suspicion. They’d been forced to work for their father’s family business, but they hated it. “Too much violence.” Breton. “Too much greed.” Billy. “I refused to kill anyone.” Brody. “It was an awful life.” Buick.

*** Frias’ identical twin sons’ eighteenth birthday was drawing to a close and to a close. Definitely, Erito Ricky and Eriwan Rocky had told their daddy about Mr. Hansen Huang’s real evil intention towards Crudus’ violins. It’d been guessable for them that their parents had known about that. Their daddy was even trying to get the lie of the land about Mr. Hansen Huang’s preparation to launch an attack to them. Their daddy had doubled Frias family’s self-defense in case Mr. Hansen Huang launched his sudden attack to them at any unexpected time.

Paul said in a low voice. “Boss, that was the unanimous decision from all of us. We all wanted to come home and buy a car, a house, and get married. I blame God for being unfair to us.” As they were talking about this, the three of them were a little silent. This was something that they still could not get over. On the day before returning to the country, nine of the twelve brothers were gone in the blink of an eye. Only the three of them came back alive. So, after they came back, they gave all the money they made in the past years to the families of their fallen brothers.

I said so loud and everyone turned to me including the brothers. "And who might you be?" the eldest brother asked. "I’m Colin," I said, standing up straight and meeting his gaze. "I'm a worker here, and I'm interested in purchasing the crude oil industry." The brothers exchanged glances, surprise written on their faces. "And what makes you think you can afford it?" the second brother asked, his tone challenging. " I can afford it, just say the price"

'Queenie, can the second brother take you out again? Kristen Oliver gave him a look, and his words were pitiless. 'Yin dong say what nonsense? My second brother is dead. ' In her heart, that gentle and considerate second brother is dead. Died the day Xu Shi Group closed down. Kristen Oliver opened the car door and walked down decisively, only hearing a bitter word in his ear. 'I'm still your second brother and I haven't changed.' Kristen Oliver's hand that closed the car door paused and then slammed it.

Aureliano groans, grabs Spadino’s ankle, and yanks him down into the glass. I watch from the stairs. My heart is hammering, but my hands are steady on the railing. Look at them. The Vitale brothers. The Kings of Palermo. The men who terrify the coast. They are rolling in broken glass, bleeding on their own floor, tearing each other apart. And they are doing it because of me. I didn't have to fire a shot. I didn't have to poison their wine. I just had to exist. I just had to be the mirror that showed them their own cracks.