The D'Almundo Brothers

I have a little bro I always fight with and another I hardly agree with. But it doesn't mean that I hate them or anything . The bond between us is unbreakable.

My partners in crime, if you happen to read this, I just want to thank you for being with me. Don't disagree with each other. Okay?

We should all learn to appreciate our siblings and family. Just take some time to tell them thank you for always being with me.

"Ah big bro big bro your car's okay. I slowed down on time and didn't crash today."

The boy in the red leather jacket complained as his brother pulled his hair more to have a look at the car and allowed him throwing the keys of the Bugatti Mistral at him and pulled back the Maserati Quattroporte keys from his hand and walked in.

The boy kept rubbing his hair and actually cried this time while storming into the house.

As he entered a middle aged woman walked up to him with a worried expression.

"My baby. What's wrong?"

She said wiping his eyes. Though she knows who, and that the boy is pretending, she still couldn't waste any opportunity given to spoil this son of hers.

"Big bro pulled my hair again mother. My sweet sweet hair."

"Oh no he didn't. Don't worry I'll handle it. In the meantime, I made your favorite strawberry flavored cake. Come try it."

The woman smiled and pulled her son to the kitchen. When they entered, she met her eldest son already eating the cake. The boys happy expression turned back to sour face.

"Tristan D'Almundo what are you doing in my kitchen? And can't even find a plate? And you know that's for your brother Gamal since when did you start liking sweets."

Their Mum said sounding angry but she wasn't. She just didn't want the spoiled brat behind her to erupt again.

Tristan glanced at Gamal behind their mother and smiled still eating the cake.

"Mum! He's eating everything!"

Gamal kept tugging at his mother's clothes glaring at Tristan. Their Mum, Clarissa, pinched the space between her brows feeling a headache coming.

"Mum are you okay?"

Tristan put the fork down with a frown and walked to his mother hitting Gamal's hand off her clothes.

"No I'm not okay. You two won't let me be okay."

"Okay I'm sorry I'll stop acting childishly."

Gamal said with a serious expression rubbing his mother's hand.

"Aren't you going to see Dad?"

Gamal asked Tristan, having more courage beside his mother. Tristan just glanced at him and led their Mum to the living room. After making sure she was okay, he climbed upstairs.

It's like all life had been cut around the study. Tristan looked at the door and felt a headache coming. He let out a sigh and entered the study. He met his father, an old man in his fifties with some white hair here and there on his hair. He didn't really look old but his always serious and frowning face said otherwise.

Tristan stood in front of his table with his hands in his pants pocket. His father didn't seem to have any intentions of shifting his attention from the papers in his hands.

Thirty minutes.

One hour.

Two hours.

The man smiled and finally looked at his son.

"Not bad. But could it kill you two_where's that brat? Hiding under his mother's clothes again? Is it so hard for you two to contact us? And then you return and stay at your place for months and finally remember that we exist."

The man kept complaining as he walked out of the study.

"And that lady you left at our place take her away. I still don't get what you and your grandfather see in that girl. She's nothing but trouble. Creating all kinds of problems like she's some kind of queen. Hmph!"

Reaching the dining room, he sat at the head chair with his wife by his right and Tristan on the left, Gamal beside his mom, as usual.

Just looking at Tristan's expression and his father's angry face they could guess what they were discussing. Gamal unconsciously looked upstairs.

"What are you looking at?! You spoiled brat. Keep hiding by your mother's side."

"I can't hide by your side what do you expect?"

Gamal mumbled

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing."

He quickly answered as his father glared at him. He concentrated on his meal silently. While eating,

"Tristan how's Jake and his sister? I haven't seen them for a while now."

Clarissa asked trying to lighten the mood.

"They're okay. They'll visit when they're free."

Tristan answered and drank a glass of water.

"How's your relationship with that Maya girl?"

Tristan's hand that was about to put a piece of meat in his mouth paused for two seconds then continued eating.

"Nothing special. She's my best friend's sister and a friend to me."

"I prefer her than that wolverine lady you kept in my house."

"I didn't ask for your opinion."

Tristan answered back almost immediately. Harris, their father, looked like he would explode with anger at any moment soon. He was about to respond back but his phone rang and he answered it but no one spoke and he turned it off continuing with his meal.

After the meal, Clarissa held her husband's hand and took him outside. Gamal let out a sigh of relief like he was unable to breathe.

"Sweet Lord my heart."

He said putting a hand on his chest to feel his fast beating heart. Tristan stood up and went upstairs.

"Big bro wait up. I want to also see sister-in-law."

Gamal ran behind Tristan to one of the guest rooms upstairs.

For a moment Tristan looked hesitant to open the door but still did it.

They entered and met a girl on the bed staring at her hands. She looked so confused with sweat on her forehead and a few strands of hair sticking to her face. Her confusion immediately turned to joy then she stood up excitedly.

"Has she finally gone mad?"

Gamal said to his brother in a low voice but the girl still heard him. Finally noticing them.