Five Brothers by Penelope Douglas

On the other side of town are five brothers. . .

Macon is the oldest. I've never seen him smile. Army is a single dad with beautiful green eyes.

Iron will be in prison soon. Dallas is the one I hate. Trace used to be mine.

I need to go home. Away from the swamps and these men. I’ll leave tomorrow.

I'll crash on the couch tonight. Everyone is asleep. Except for one.

He sees me crying. I let him wrap his arms around my body and hold me. I don’t think it was Trace.