by G. Bailey
The King Brothers
The Complete Series
G. Bailey
Contents
Description of Secret
Quote
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Description of Chance
Quote
Prologue
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Epilogue
Description of Past
Quote
Prologue
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Epilogue
Prologue
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
Chapter 112
Epilogue
Description
Quote
Prologue
113. Luke
114. Luke
115. Emilia
116. Emilia
117. Luke
118. Emilia
119. Luke
120. Emilia
121. Emilia
122. Luke
123. Emilia
124. Luke
125. Emilia
126. Luke
127. Emilia
128. Luke
129. Emilia
130. Luke
131. Emilia
132. Luke
133. Emilia
134. Emilia
135. Emilia
136. Emilia
137. Luke
138. Emilia
139. Emilia
140. Luke
141. Epilogue-Harley
142. Epilogue-Elliot
143. Epilogue- Sebastian
144. Epilogue- Luke
145. Epilogue- Izzy
146. Final Epilogue
Afterword
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The King Brothers ©2019 by G. Bailey.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark owners of various products, brands, and/or stores referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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For my impossible man.
Description of Secret
When you start living with your four overprotective brothers for the first time, the smart thing is to avoid their extremely hot best friend, and not kiss him. Right?
Izzy King knows dating former playboy, Blake Frost, behind her family’s back isn’t the greatest idea. When the attraction becomes too great to avoid, keeping their relationship a secret is the only way they can be together.
But, Izzy isn’t the only one keeping secrets. The King brothers are full of them.
Can Blake and her brothers keep her safe from the past that haunts them all?
These kings could destroy her, but she isn't able to walk away...Danger, lust, and King brothers never mix well.
18+ due to violence, sexual scenes, and language.
Quote
“And suddenly you just know . . . it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”
-Meister Eckhart
Prologue
Blake doesn't say anything to defend himself, not that words would really help at this point. Sebastian rushes forward and punches him in the face as I watch in horror. They wrestle onto the ground, and Blake blocks most of Sebastian’s punches, using his arms to cover his face. Yet, he doesn’t fight back, or even try to stop Sebastian at all. It’s like he wants this as punishment, like he thinks he deserves to suffer for loving me.
“She's my fucking sister, not one of your little fuck buddies!” Sebastian sneers, managing to knock Blake’s arm away and landing a sickening punch.
Other people run into the room at the commotion. I look up to see Elliot, followed by Luke and Harley. I don’t take my eyes away from Sebastian and Blake for more than a second though. Blake still defends himself but won’t fight back, while Sebastian tries to get more hits in.
“Stop them!” I shout at my other brothers, with tears running down my cheeks. My shouting finally snaps Harley out of his shock, and he pushes between them, holding Sebastian back from Blake.
“What's going on? Calm the fuck down, Seb,” Harley says calmly, but I can see the threat in the way he stands, holding both of Sebastian's arms at his sides.
“I love her. I’m in love with your sister, and I’m not the least bit sorry,” Blake states,
and his blue eyes meet mine.
1
Izzy
"Elizabeth, come downstairs!" the angry voice of my foster dad rings through the house. Groaning, I look over at my clock, only to see it’s five in the morning. I was hoping for it to be at least seven. I have four hours until school, but I know I’ll have to clean the whole damn house before I can leave. I roll out of bed to have a quick shower and throw on jeans, a vest, and a hoodie before running down the stairs. Stopping at the mirror in the hallway, I pause to pull my long, almost-white hair into a ponytail and hoping it doesn’t look too messy. The two-bedroom house is a tip, despite the fact I cleaned it yesterday morning, like I do most mornings. Fred, my lovely foster dad, is passed out on a stool in the kitchen with his hand wrapped around a vodka bottle. He must have passed out sometime during my shower. I know better than to talk to him, it’s not worth waking him up and making him angry. So, I start cleaning around him quietly.
They kept me up most of the night with their loud music and another party that didn’t stop until three in the morning. Let’s not mention the idiots who tried to open my locked door. I guess I should be thankful they, at least, feed me for doing the cleaning. I know that if I didn’t get up and clean, there would be no food for a week.
Finally, at eight, it’s all done. I grab my bag, slamming the door on my way out.
As much as I try to forget my living situation, I can’t, because every day is a reminder. I’ve lived with Fred and Vivian since I was fifteen. It’s been a nightmare from day one. Sure, they act all lovely and great when social services are around, but, in reality, they use me to clean the house. I just try to stay out of their way. I have six more months until I’m eighteen, and then I can leave. I’m not sure where, but honestly, anywhere would be better. I have no living family and no money, so I don’t have many options other than to find a job quickly and a room to rent.
I walk into school thirty minutes later, a little hot from the warm weather we have been enjoying. I glance around at the grammar school which I have to attend. It’s this or college, supposedly the grammar school is good for my grades. But, I have always felt it’s more like the better of two evils.
The day progresses as I would usually expect it to, filled with art and history classes all day. I took a double-A level in art and one in history, which is surprisingly not that boring.
Later that day, as I sit at lunch alone like every day, I think of my best friend, Tilly. She moved to France two months ago and was the only reason I could deal with this crazy-ass school. It’s full of posh idiots whose parents paid to get them in, not like me and Tilly, who actually get straight A's. Tilly really didn’t need to study hard like I did, but she did anyway, and that’s why I like her.
I’m pulled from my thoughts by the intercom. “Would Elizabeth Turner come to the main office?”
When it clicks off, I look up to see everyone staring at me. I shrug as I try not to blush. I hate being the centre of attention.
I walk to the office on the other side of the building after getting my things. I keep thinking of what the hell I’ve done or if Fred has called to say there is another family emergency at home. Which is usually code for ‘I have friends coming to get drunk, and I need the house clean again and didn’t notice you had already cleaned.’ I roll my eyes and soon I’m at the office, where I’m told to go straight in by the snooty receptionist.
I walk into the room to see my head teacher behind the desk and the back of a tall man with dark-brown hair tied in a loose knot at the back of his head, who’s standing in front of the desk.
“Come and sit, Elizabeth, there has been some news, and this man has come to talk to you,” says my head teacher, but I ignore him and watch as the dark-haired man turns to me.
“It's nice to meet you. You wouldn't believe how long I have looked for you, and it’s a little bit of a shock to finally meet my sister,” the stranger says to me in a deep voice.
Wait, sister?
I turn and look at my head teacher, hoping he will help, but he ignores me and looks out the window. I guess this is as awkward for him as it is for me. I look back at the man, taking in his head of dark-brown hair and massive, muscular build and his expensive looking pressed suit. I finally look into his eyes and see the same bright-green eyes I have, which are looking back at me.
I gasp and start to back away into a seat on the couch. I look down at the floor as I try to collect my thoughts. My mother never told me anything about my father, just that I wouldn't want to meet him and left it at that. She passed away a few years ago, four days after my fifteenth birthday. I guessed she would have told me about him when I was older, but who knows? She never got the chance.
“Look, I know this is strange, but I am your half-brother, and I have custody of you until you turn eighteen. I’ve come to take you back home with me. Family means everything to me, and once I heard you were in a foster home... I can’t leave here without taking you home. To a real family.”
He states it like it’s an everyday fact that you just find your sister and demand she come and live with you. Not that it’s weird as hell. I look him over, again, seeing his neutral expression, how he waits for my answer silently. I get the impression not a lot bothers him, and I’ve only just met him. I have a brother, and if that isn’t enough to deal with, he wants me to move. I should panic and run, god knows who this man actually is. Who knows what he wants or if he is even my brother, but, then again, it can’t be worse than where I live now. I doubt the headmaster would have let him anywhere near me if he didn’t have some kind of proof.
“Proof, do you have proof?” I ask.
“Yes,” the man claiming to be my brother says. He walks to the desk, picking up a folder and handing it to me. I skim through most of it, but it’s true. This man somehow has my birth records, a DNA test that was done when I was a baby, and it has my mother’s signature on it. Holy crap, I have family. I’m not alone.
“Elizabeth, look at me,” my brother gently asks as I close the folder and put it down on a nearby chair. I look up into those familiar, green eyes, which show me some kindness. I try to think of more reasons to run, but it seems pointless. Well, I think I’m going to have to trust him.
“It's Izzy, my friends call me Izzy. What’s your name?” I ask him.
I’m still looking at his face, trying to see the truth behind his words. I get the feeling he is a closed book as far as emotions go, but I can see some kindness, and that's enough for me to try to relax.
“I’m Harley King, nice to meet you Izzy.” He smiles, and it takes me a minute to realise he kind of looks like I do in pictures when I smile.
I stand up quickly, putting some distance between us because it’s a little bit too much. “What did you mean when you said you would take me back with you, and custody?” I try to ask calmly and kind of fail when my voice is high-pitched and squeaky as I talk. Real smooth, Izzy.
“I meant that you’re coming to live with me, as you have no other blood relatives as far as I know. I have custody of you, so it’s all above board. I have custody of my three younger brothers, too,” he pauses, “well, your brothers, too.” I watch as he scratches his head with a huff, and he sits down on the sofa and straightens his suit jacket before saying, “I know this is hard for you to believe, and trust me, this whole situation is difficult.
“Our father is dead. I took over when he died. I was twenty, and the twins, Sebastian and Elliot, were fifteen. Luke was fourteen. It was difficult, but I made it work. I later found out–from a letter from Dad’s will–about you. It had the results of a DNA test done when you were a baby, and an old address and number of yours. Of course, it's taken me two years to find you due to all the moves you, and your mother, had taken.” He stops talking and looks up to meet my eyes, “I'm sorry for your loss by the way.”