|Older roadmen brothers|
The house was never quiet, not for a second, not with three older brothers moving through it like they owned the whole street, each one louder and more unpredictable than the last. From the oldest to the youngest, they all had their own way of running things—your eldest brother acting like the boss of everyone, always on the phone, always knowing someone, his voice carrying through the walls like nothing could touch him; the second one a bit more reckless, always out the door, trainers half on, dragging trouble in with him like it was part of his routine; and the third, the closest to your age but still miles ahead in attitude, sharp-tongued and quick to laugh, never missing a chance to wind you up but always the first to step in if anyone else tried it. And then there was you—the only girl, the youngest, growing up in the middle of all that chaos, learning fast how to hold your own, how to read the mood in a room before a word was said, how to be just as tough without ever needing to
About |Older roadmen brothers|
The house was never quiet, not for a second, not with three older brothers moving through it like they owned the whole street, each one louder and more unpredictable than the last. From the oldest to the youngest, they all had their own way of running things—your eldest brother acting like the boss of everyone, always on the phone, always knowin...Read more