Novel & Cerita Who Needs Enemies When You Have Family

“Men want money. They want power. They want women. All men are the same. You can be pissed at your brothers, but this is their decision. Let it go.” “No. You’re going to stop them.” “I have no control over what they do.” “Yes, you do. Now make them stop.” He shook his head. “They make a great product, and they do it quickly.” My eyes narrowed to slits. “I don’t care. This is my family.” “I keep all my men safe. The only thing they need to worry about is pissing me off. I’m the biggest enemy they could have.” I threw my arms down. “Do this as a favor to me. Please.”

“I will not let myself, much less yourself take the hits. Anyone who hits us will receive ten hits back.” “But they’re not strangers. They are our family, Adrian.” “A stranger who helps you in times of need is more of a family than a family who treats us like we’re their enemies.” Elena’s lips stretched thin. “What can I say if you keep talking like this?” “Just leave things to me. I will make both of our families ask us, no, beg us to come back,” Adrian said. If anyone else said those words, she wouldn’t have believed it, but Adrian’s words were strangely believable.

Did you finally hear me? Or so I thought. I believed everything would be okay from that moment on. But I was wrong. God wasn’t done with us yet. A month after I was finally home with my wife and son, they were taken from me. My enemies used them as bait—just like Father’s enemies did to us so long ago. I’m not like him. I’ll burn down the world, sacrifice everything I have—even myself—to keep my family safe.

Shitty conservatives, shitty sperm doesn't make you worthy, a mediocre pension doesn't make you any better and certainly a picture smiling next to your kids means nothing. I close the laptop screen, irritated, at risk of breaking the device, and jump out of my chair, feeling my skin heat up with anger. I run my fingers through the strands of my hair, messing up the fucking hairstyle I didn't even do. I walk restless, knowing that my enemy has regained his strength and is at his peak. Okay, taking down Alencar wasn't enough. So let's get to your Achilles heel. Family. A smile forms on my face and I pull my cell phone out of my left pocket, dialing the detective I hired directly.

“You’ll stay away from my daughter, or I will kill you with myself.” The energy swirling in the space is heavy, pushing down on me. “What do you think I am going to do to her?” I snarl, tired others automatically assume the worst of me. I’d never harm a hair on her head, let alone any other part of her. “I know who your family is,” she threatens, making me stumble slightly in surprise. “I also know who’s looking for them. They might be interested in doing that.” “It’s funny you mention that,” I drawl, acting bored, regardless of my racing heart and sweaty palms. “What’s that old Sun Tzu saying? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?’

“I will not. You can bury me under a hundred security guards if it makes you sleep better at night, but I am not going home.” His jaw flexed, but his voice remained steady. “I don’t care if you hate me for it. I’d rather have you alive. You’re my only real family, Bianca. Our parents” — he exhaled sharply — “you know they don’t care. Not like we do. We’ve had each other’s backs since you were old enough to walk. That’s never going to change.” That did it. The fight drained from my body, and the pressure in my chest cracked open. Tears burned my eyes, then spilled over.

"Elena's one of ours now. We don't abandon our own." The words settle something in my chest. Because he's right—somewhere over the past month, Elena stopped being the enemy and became part of our strange, dangerous family. And families protect each other. No matter the cost.

I tried everything in me to stop her coming in my place, in my life but with Athena's wish or more like the order, I had to step back because Athena with Anna is the most important part of my family after my parents. But still, I can't and couldn't trust anyone just like this. I had paid off the aftermath of trusting innocent looking people in my life. They cost me a lot. My grandfather said the proverb to me once, "Your enemies are not the ones holding their swords against you, they are the one standing by your side with their daggers behind their backs." Which exactly happened with me, with my family. You will continue to suffer if you have an emotional reaction to everything that is said

Her voice trembled now, raw, exposed, stripped of all pride. "Everything was because of you. You took care of me, you showed me love. All these years, I built my life around you. I didn't want to lose you to anyone. I can't... especially not to her. Adaline is your enemy. The blood of her father runs in her. Don't forget what you said. It was just the two of us. Just the two of us." Ronan sighed, the weight of it all settling heavily in the air.

I mused that perhaps my absence from the Independence Day trip was precisely what he desired; after all, I had always been the odd one out in the family while growing up. Mom scowled at me and snapped, "You brat! What are you still standing there for? Why are you making such a fuss when it's just a bit of your money? You'd probably be on the streets by now if it weren't for us raising you! "You're truly ungrateful for being so petty with your own family! You shouldn't have been born in the first place!" It was that same line again—that a family shouldn't be so petty with each other. I was expected to let the entire family bleed me dry, and if I refused, I was the one being small-minded.