Who Needs Enemies When You Have Family Novels & Stories

“My family’s safe, ma’am. You, on the other hand, are not.” He wasn’t wrong. If anything, I was far from safe. Brooke wanted me dead, and after having her arrested just yesterday, I was certain she’d want revenge. Dad might want me dead, too, considering the law suit I had sent his way. In a world with billions of people, I somehow managed to collect more enemies than friends as time passed. “Thank you,” I responded softly. His smile widened, then his eyes lit up like he remembered something. “Please hold on, ma’am.”

“What’s there not to regret? Tell me!” The silence that followed was like the calm before a landslide: Ominous, hot, and dangerous. He stepped closer. His tone was so much lower now, but the dread was still clear in it. “And lest I forget… if you really think you can blackmail my family too, then you must be more delusional than I thought. If you say my grandmother kicked your parents out…” He paused to let out a sharp, cruel laugh. “Then good riddance to bad rubbish. Cuz You all bloody deserve worse!”

After news of my wife giving birth circulated around, I already knew that the amount of enemies I have was automatically gonna triple, and in order to keep my family safe, I was gonna have to be more at alert. The mafia clan had thrown a party in celebration after the birth of our babies, and I had purposely attended it alone, keeping my wife and kids far away from a gathering like that because it was filled with dangerous people from top to bottom. “Your enemies are gonna start attacking you even more now that you have a successor. People who have hoped to replace you if you ended up dying without an heir are most certainly not pleased right now. Your wife is gonna be so many people’s targe

All my attention was on when I’d get to fuck Lilly Walker again. Fucking wonderful! Not helpful at my age. For the first time in forever, I wanted a family. To trust a woman, to have her on my arm, in my house, and in my bed. I wanted to make sure she and her daughters never had to worry about anything again. I wanted to take care of them. And I’d kill anyone that tried to hurt them - friend or foe. Slightly overboard? Yeah, maybe, but I couldn’t control it any more than I could a hurricane’s path. Every second around her had me falling deeper and deeper into a web I had avoided since my last goddamn marriage fiasco.

It should never be him. My stomach twisted painfully and my vision blurred. I felt myself stumbling forward even while on the chair that I was at. Dread and horror filled me. I thought I ran away from dangerous men, but this man standing in front of me was more dangerous than any of them. He was feared by all. But most importantly, this man was the greatest enemy of my family. The Ferrari Pack. From Alpha Alessandro, his father to him, Deangelo, the son. The cruelest set of werewolves ever.

"It's a no then. Do your cousins like the idea of you being the first born?" He let out a sigh and said, "Not everyone." "Finally, do you have any enemies from your business sides?" "Strongly disagree." "The person who asked Shadow to do this didn't want you dead. They just wanted to beat you up to the point where you can't even stand on your legs. Are you still thinking that it's not your family?" "I know there are some who hate me but I can't believe they went far for this." "I know it's hard to believe when it comes to family but you don't have any choice. You have to believe it and you have to find who it is before something happens like this again."

We were fighting for our growing family against enemies who would stop at nothing. And somewhere out there, Marcus Hale was coming with fresh vengeance in his veins.

"Oh, Hector, you're home! Perfect, perfect. Let's sit down and talk this through as a family." "I said, get out," Hector emphasized each word, his voice dropping to a low, menacing register that brooked no argument. Cody straightened up. "Who the hell do you think you are? This is a family business. Why is an outsider like you sticking his nose in?" Hector locked eyes with him. "I am her husband, and this is my home. If you don't leave right now, don't blame me for what happens next." He tightened his fists. Hector was ex-military, and my family knew exactly what he was capable of.

“Well… you have a long list of enemies, so you never know. It could be anyone.” I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. He wasn’t wrong. Over the years, I had built up a solid list of people who would love nothing more than to see me suffer. Competitors in business, people I’d crossed, men who envied the power I held. But none of them had a personal grudge against me. Not like Ian. Not like his family. I hummed in thought. “Well… if not him, it’s definitely his mother.” My voice dropped lower, my jaw clenching. “And children always have to pay for their parents.”

They didn't just fail to protect you—they were your demons. "If it weren't for your quick wits, bravery, and determination, you would've been done for a long time ago. None of them gave a damn about you!" My eyes burned. I almost cried. She had spoken the words right out of my mouth. "Well, actually… I still have my grandmother and maternal aunt," I said. The Joneses were my enemies, but I still had family. Soren handed me a handkerchief. "Hey now, cheer up. Your life is only going to get better from here. I'm sure of it."