Novel & Cerita Who Needs Enemies When You Have Family

“Because dad chose me to be the only heir of the family’s business, many people- enemies wanted to put my head on a silver platter.” Ace can’t help but to snort after Alas said that, still avoiding his gaze, he said; “Does enemies also count to family? That’s why you killed our uncle?” Dog sniffed around and hit his head on the door parallel to his room, he’s able to crack the door opened and Dog went there. “Yes, they’re enemies.” Alas squinted his eyes on him, “and you know how I never back away to the enemies, I shoot them in the eye and make sure they remember my name until they die.”

He should have to understand that it's not always him. It's not always him who has to be strong in this family. I should have to. If I want to help James in dealing with our enemies, I have to help him. We have to help each other because the best weapon we could use to bring them down is unity. “I don't care about them, James. My decision is final. I am not leaving you. We are not leaving you because we're family. The problem of one member will be the problem of everyone,” I blurted and continued, “And together as family, we can make change that our enemies would never expect.”

I declare, glare at Ghost and walk away. I don't need to deal with this kind of bullshit. People who call themselves family but keep throwing shades at others when things go wrong. With that kind of friends,who needs enemies?

“You don’t think he’d really” “I think he’s done worse for less.” Alex sighed. “Alright. I’ll keep him busy.” The call ended, and I stared at the wall of names and faces in front of me known associates, former enemies, friends who’d turned to ghosts. Someone wanted my family to pay. But what they didn’t understand what they *never* seemed to understand was that I wasn’t just a man anymore. I was a father. And a father who had nothing left to lose was the most dangerous kind of enemy.

“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”

“Stop being kind to your enemies, they are going to take advantage of you” TBC

A heartless man. When you have a family in your life, everyone is their for you, friends, relatives, neighbors but when you lost your family and is left alone in this vast fake world. Everybody whom you once considered your friends shows their true colors, not just colors they became the sole reason for your misery. He wants to have a heart not this ice-cold one but rather a warm melting one but than again how could he have one if he lives the life of a Mafia. He respects enemies more than these fake betrayers. Enemies are those who aren't fake but those good people of fake masks are the most dangerous ones and can cause damage to an extents which can't be repaired. Hell! He's the living evi

Hence, there were very few people that knew of his name. “Who are you really?” The young man raised his head, and he wondered if Jason was an enemy of his family. As there were only two kinds of people that knew of everything a person could offer, it was either that Jason was an ally, which Jason was definitely not, as he would have known about anyone that had relationships with his family; or that Jason was an enemy of his family. Since it was best for a person to understand what their enemies were fully, it was obvious that an enemy was familiar with the skill since Jason wished to harm his family.

she smiled and kissed his lips. “But you have to tell me about your enemies and how many are there?” she asked. “Anyone who’s not close to me is my enemy.” “Then it is vast,” she said in surprise. “Yeah. My enemy circle is big than my friend circle because you don’t know when a friend will turn enemy,” he said and leaned back on the tub. “What if an enemy wants to be a friend?” she asked. “Once he’s an enemy is always my enemy. I should be careful who I trust. My father lost his life because of that,” he said.

My shoulders relaxed and my brow unfurrowed. My head started to feel light with all the bouncing around he was doing, but I waited. Liam wasn’t a talker, and if he felt he had to take this route, I would allow it. “The man has no fixed relationships. He has no attachments to anybody, anywhere, outside of his family. He has money, looks, and connections, all built with his own sweat.” “The very things your father is angling you towards. And he has had them for over five years. He is not on your level.”