What Happened To The Crude Brothers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I yell. “No, the brothers took care of that, no one other than family was invited” I raise my brows in question. Something felt fishy about the story. “And then what happened?” “He quit working for the organization and started his own business, then began taking clients and finishing their job. He was the best on the field. Few months later, the organization he once worked for went under and the twins were thrown out as traitors. We thought they tried to avenge their sister” I nod my head, he looks convincing enough to tell the truth.

He made a vulgar gesture with his hand. “Be quiet,” Sigwulf growled, slightly louder. Fulton laughed. “Quiet? Quiet? Oh, but you said we were wrong about it all. You were in the right where as all those crippled men were so wrong.” The mocking smile disappeared. “How wrong were you when you crippled my brother and one of my friends? How wrong were you then? I’ll tell you. My brother died last year. Crippled and in pain and that was all thanks to you and your bloody whore,” Fulton accused the man who matched his own height and size.

A second elder looks at the elder that just spilled the beans and questions sharply. "Well," Thomas as he called him, scratches his hair. "We lied. It wasn't what happened. W-" "What are you saying, old man?!" Ava abruptly cuts him off whilst glaring daggers at him. "Yes, what nonsense are you saying?!" Hugo quickly joins in. "What do you mean by it's a pity you guys listened to me and Ava and killed him off?! If I can remember clearly, on that particular day my brother and his fiancée died, I was having breakfast with my wife when you and two other elders rushed in to announce to us that my brother and his lover just died in a ghastly motor accident and that their corpses have been rushed t

Zina furiously screamed at Harvey after confirming his identity. “You provoked our family, and then you waltz right into our house?! “Come! I want this bastard shot! Shoot him till he dies! “I want him dead so that we can have our reputation back! “Surely we can kill off some outsider on our own turf!” Naturally, Zina’s brothers loved her very much. The siblings were quite attached toward each other… But because of Harvey, most of Zina’s brothers were all crippled, while the Second Brother was still locked behind bars.

"To see Tristan's face when he learns that I arranged the death of his dear son is the best revenge I can ever get." "Then get down here and try it." Her brows arched high at my challenging tone. "No, no. That is what Mr Crud is here for. When you kidnapped his sister, he promised freedom to those who provided any information about your whereabouts. His soldiers were literally shouting it aloud in the woods, their goal to lure us out from the safe house. He is my ticket to a better life. And he's very keen on killing you. Am I right, Mr Crud?" I growled when she declared I had kidnapped my own mate. What other crazy stories did leeches spread around?

“But my brothers made sure they paid for it. Every last one of them.” A shiver ran through me. “What exactly did they do?” I asked though I had already heard whispers of the tale. Still, I needed to hear it from him. I wanted to know the Blackwood brothers' side of the story. He exhaled sharply. “I was twelve when it happened. My brothers took me to the Brownwood Pack that night. They had already infiltrated their land and water supply—poisoned it with wolfsbane. By the time we arrived, they were too weak to fight back.”

(Salazar Wigan) Salazar Wigan, the youngest, came from behind his brother and also shared the great news. Wigan Brothers Parent also shared the same fate as Drake Agosto parents and in law, killed by the soldiers of Baron Sunders, and finally today their wrongful death were avenged. Their story were not just them alone, a lot of people also have the same story, and many of them shared their tales from their own windows, so despite stuck in their home, people were not bored as they still can talked to each others.

The 'clean up' crew came in the morning and cleared the mansion of anything that might incriminate the Alcatraz brothers. They'd planned this perfectly to look like they had nothing to do with The Monarch and his claims. After The Monarch was taken down, everything moved fast. The brothers had spent the entire night handling things the way only they knew how: burying evidence, sanitizing chaos, calling in debts owed by people whose names I didn’t even want to know.

“But there’s an update on your brother’s death.” The word brother hit harder than it should have. My jaw tightened. I dragged in smoke, slow and controlled. “What update?” I asked flatly. “I thought you idiots cleared his death of any scheme. You told me it was clean. Drunk driver. No connections.” I had earlier suspected the Hunters Brotherhood. Our rivals. Manhattan’s other apex predators. They were always pushing at our borders, always testing our patience, but we had a treaty. No touching a finger on family or lovers or children.