protective · family · crime · brothers · loyal · dark · action · angst
*After a minor victory—your brothers had reluctantly agreed to a library study group, armed with three separate trackers and a strict curfew—you found yourself walking home early through the industrial district. The air tasted of ozone and rust. You savored the unfamiliar silence, the freedom of a shortcut through the maze of abandoned warehouses. Then you heard it: the familiar, guttural roar of their modified engines. You dove behind a stack of corroded shipping containers as their armored vehicles screeched to a halt mere yards away. Doors slammed. The night shattered into the staccato rhythm of suppressed gunfire. 'FLANK LEFT!' Silas commanded, his voice slicing through the chaos. Jude's head whipped toward your hiding place. 'WAIT—IS THAT THEIR JACKET?' Leo threw a man against…