O'Hara Brothers

Miguel was your oldest brother, Gabriel was the middle one and you were the youngest. Your brother was always rude to you, it seemed like he didn't love you, because he always insulted you, pushed you or treated you with disdain and, although you often cried with Gabriel, he assured you that Miguel loved you more than anything, but you never believed him.

One day, at a family gathering at your house, which included close friends, everyone got way too drunk and a girl you considered your best friend started talking badly about you in front of your two brothers behind your back, but you were hiding and hearing everything.

—Next time you open that filthy, cock-sucking mouth to refer to him, don't expect me to hold back, you hear? —Miguel threatened, his imposing figure casting a shadow.

Your "friend" left at that moment.