love brother

So cold.

Whenever Ryan looks at me with that cold, sharp, sewer rat-like look, I feel cold from the inside out.

But I never show this pain.

I've gotten used to hiding my feelings for him, like now.

I kept flipping a lighter in my hand to hide my anxiety: "You know you can't take risks, right?"

"That's my child." He put his hands in front of him, and his calm tone made it impossible to tell that this was an anxious father whose only son was kidnapped not long ago.

I tried to sound non-negotiable: "I'll go for you. I'll bring him back, and you can't leave the house until then."

He frowned almost invisibly, he really didn't expect me to be so tough.

I've always been very indecisive with him, and I can't blame me for that, any guy whose crush is an older and more powerful stepbrother can't be hardened.

"Brother, believe me, I swear with my life that I will bring Amy to you safely." I comforted him. "If you don't want someone to catch you, I can use my own people."

My brother has always been a rational guy like a precision machine. He is more suitable for a prosecutor than a politician.His schedule is always accurate to the second, and if, I mean if his alarm clock is 2 minutes late, his secretary will definitely break down and scream.Then I'd be more than happy to see his rare impatient look.He never wasted a second on useless things.

He seems to be a cruel person by nature. I almost forgot whether I have ever seen him smile.Maybe when he was born, God forgot to give him the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys that are standard for human beings?

That's unfortunate.

I thought he would be ruthless to the end all his life, but he was unexpectedly reckless when dealing with his children.surprise me.

As a general in the well-known local mafia, there are many dirty things I am willing to share for him, including making his political opponents learn to be obedient.There are many dangers I am willing to bear for him, just to protect his safety.If there is still someone who dares to kidnap his child in front of me and threaten him to pay the ransom in person or tear up the ticket, then the other party is either not a local, or he is desperate and wants to kill him.

The Italian Mafia knows that Mad Dog's brother is not to be touched. If you shoot me, I will shoot back at most, but if you dare to point the bullet at my brother, I will definitely make you regret your recklessness.

The rescue process went very smoothly, I don't know if the other party is just a pawn of some big man who doesn't like Ryan's achievements, but Amy is unscathed, thank God.

The moment I handed Amy into his hands, although he was still as calm as a steel giant, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his true feelings.

I understand his worries, really, if it was him who was kidnapped, I would beat his kidnapper so that even his own grandma couldn't recognize him, and then imprison this person who scared me forever in a cage that only I know , just do what you want.

In the evening, he knocked on my door politely, and when I opened the door, I was scared to death. If I was not afraid of their safety, I would usually not stay at their house.

He expressed his thanks to me. He actually said it during the day, but I think he probably thought it would be more sincere to thank me alone.

In fact, I want to tell him that Darling and my ML are the greatest thanks to me~!

However, the consequence of doing so may be shot in the head by him.

"Thank you, my brother."

I smirked hypocritically: "No, Amy is also my relative, you don't need to thank me, because everything I do for him is due."

His usually scrupulously blond hair was softened by the relationship he had just showered, and his silver eyes were deep and charming.

As he approached, I caught a sweet scent of flowers on my nostrils, a smell I was familiar with because the same soap was in the bathroom of my room.

I use the same thing as him, exude the same smell as him, obsessing that he is always by my side, very obscene, but I can't control it.

He hugged me gently. We haven't had physical contact for a long time. I think he is really thanking me at this moment. Amy may be more important to him than the whole family.

Even though I was thinking about him naked and having sex all the time, when he actually hugged me, I froze.

This symbolic hug won't last more than three seconds, but I think it's eternity!I even feel like I can point to this hug for the rest of my life.

Because it was too sudden, I didn't have any preparations, so of course I missed the best time to take advantage of it. When I turned around, he had already retracted his hands and looked back at me.

"You grow taller and stronger."

Is it because of Night Breeze, or because the moonlight is so beautiful, why do I feel that there is a trace of tenderness in his gaze?

"Because we've all grown up, Amy is five years old."

It has been seven or eight years since I left his family to join the Mafia, and the relationship between me and him has been very rigid. It was not until he got married that we began to have an intersection again, although it was minimal.I think it's marriage that made him realize the importance of "family" again, otherwise, we should never communicate with each other.

"Yes, we've all grown up," Ryan said with a sigh, seemingly feeling a lot.

Wearing loose pajamas, he let go of his rigid and serious daytime, and spoke to me in such a non-tit-for-tat tone.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, wanting to hold him in my arms.

None of us spoke for a while, and after a while, he patted me on the shoulder and said goodnight to me.

I watched him go, stroked the place he touched, and felt a flame burning from there to my whole body.

"Good night, my love." I said silently to the empty corridor.