The King Brothers- The Complete Series

by G. Bailey

  Before he gets a chance to say anything, Sebastian loudly asks, “Who's this? Is this your new girlfriend? I think she looks a bit young for you, man.” He laughs.

  “No, fuck no, she isn't my girlfriend. I’ll explain it all to you when all of us are here and the house is empty. So, start chucking them out.” He huffs and sits on the sofa. I wait for a little, until he frowns at me and gestures for me to sit by him.

  “Tell me now, who is she?” Sebastian asks rudely, moving to stand in front of the sofa and looking down at me like he’s trying to work out a puzzle.

  “Your sister, you idiot. Now get the others, and then we can chat. Her name is Izzy,” Harley says with a slight chuckle at Sebastian's face. Pure shock.

  Sebastian looks shell-shocked for maybe a second, and then he smiles, grabbing me up off the sofa for a hug. I can hardly breathe by the time he drops me, carefully, back onto the sofa and smiles happily before he heads off.

  I turn and see Blake standing by the door, inspecting me slowly before smirking, then leaving.

  "Who was the asshole?" I ask Harley, trying to act cool.

  "Blake. The twins’ best friend. I’m sorry, he’s just a flirt. You looked like a new girl, and they are always interested in new girls. He won’t do anything like that again," Harley says and smiles at me. Harley’s phone starts beeping, and he quickly types some messages to someone on his phone, ignoring me.

  I’m kind of happy and sad at that news. Happy, because I’ll get to see him again, and sad, because he’s my brothers’ friend, which I’m guessing makes me off-limits. I remember when Devon and I started dating. Devon is one of Tilly’s four brothers. She was mad because she was afraid it would be weird if we broke up, that it would affect our friendship. It was lucky for us that Devon and I broke up a month before her parents made them all move. I don’t want to make problems, it’s probably best if I stay away from the hot asshole.

  I said ‘probably,’ right?

  It takes about an hour before everyone is gone, and Sebastian joins us in the living room, sitting close to me. Sebastian tells us the others are cleaning up and will be down soon. Harley asks if he said anything, and he said he hasn't yet but looks over-excited.

  “So, sis, you’re blond. Must be from your mother, as you clearly have our outstanding looks and eyes,” he grins and ruffles my hair.

  I laugh slightly and agree. “She was a little less blond than me, but, yes. I must look more like you guys. She had blue eyes, but I got her height,” I say as I look at my two giants of brothers.

  At that moment, a tall, black-haired man walks in. He has very similar looks to Sebastian–except he has darker-green eyes and unkempt, wavy, black hair. The man looks just as muscular as my other brothers but with more of a swimmer’s build and a smaller waist than Sebastian. The man sits on the sofa next to us, then looks me up and down, frowning.

  When he tries to speak, Harley holds his hand up and says, “Wait for Luke, and we will continue this.”

  I look back at him, running my eyes over his black jeans, black top, and leather jacket. I think he looks like a typical biker dude, whereas Sebastian looks like a rich, prep-school boy in his blue polo shirt and normal jeans.

  A second later, a drunken-looking, brown-haired guy stumbles in. The guy sways a little before dropping onto the sofa next to the other guy, who I’m now guessing is Elliot. So, this must be Luke.

  The twins and I are the same age, meaning his dad must have cheated around the same time he got my mum pregnant. I shudder at that thought, but if Luke is younger, he must have left my mum. I remind myself to ask for the twins’ birthday later.

  He has light-brown hair, which is shaved on each side of his head but thicker on top, and the same green eyes. What really stands out are the tattoos on both of his arms. One looks like a dragon curled around his muscular arm, and the other is more of a Celtic design. Luke mumbles something to Elliot, who just nods before he looks at me super quick with a frown and turns to his brothers, and then Luke talks.

  “How come she can stay, but my girls had to leave? That’s not fair,” he says as he flops back in the seat with a huff.

  Harley mutters something about God helping him before answering, “This is Izzy, your sister. Dad’s secret daughter. I wasn't sure I had found her, so I didn't say anything until I brought her back to live with us.”

  There is silence as I glance at each of my brothers. Sebastian grins, pulling me into another side hug. Because he, and the rest of my brothers, are built like rocks, it's hard to breathe again.

  “I can't breathe, Sebastian.” I stutter, and he drops me quickly.

  “Sorry, I forgot you’re so small. What are you, like, five feet?” Sebastian laughs.

  Before I can answer, Elliot says a little rudely, “You sure it's her? She has our eyes, and maybe she looks a bit similar, but she is small. She is also blond, and I don’t know anyone in our family that is blond,” he says, his tone far from nice.

  It's true, all the brothers are well over six-feet, and I'm tiny. They all have dark hair, whereas mine is a white-blond colour, and if it wasn’t for the eyes, I wouldn’t believe it either.

  “Yes, I'm certain. I checked her medical records.” He glares at Elliot as if challenging him to say anything else, and Elliot looks away with his jaw ticking.

  “Right, we have been on the road for hours, and I need to sleep. Izzy, you can sleep in my bed until we order you a new bed tomorrow. My room is the only one clean after the party because I keep it locked.” Frowning at my other brothers as he stands up, he ends up shaking his head at their grins.

  “Sure, I could do with some sleep. It’s nice to meet you all,” I reply, standing up and following Harley until a drunken Luke picks me up from behind. Luke turns me around to face him like a doll and hugs me before swinging me around and making me dizzy.

  “Welcome to our crazy family, sis,” he says and lets me go. Luke stinks of booze and what I think is sex, so I’m damn happy to get away now. I look at Elliot on my way out, and he just turns away. Well, I couldn't expect everyone to like me.

  I hear Sebastian shout, “Night, sis,” as I leave the room, and I follow Harley up the impressive, dark-wooden staircase in the entrance hall.

  We end up in a large corridor with many wooden doors, which look like the same wood as the stairs. Harley opens the third door on the left with a key from his pocket, then holds it open for me as he flicks a switch for the lights on the wall. It's a large room, but I don't take in much other than the massive, king-size bed with dark, clean sheets. An enormous window overlooks the trees outside, and a large picture, which looks hand painted, hangs above the bed; it's of a woman overlooking a bar.

  “I’ll be sleeping in the den, which is in the attic. The stairs are down the corridor to the left, okay?” Harley informs me, and I nod at him as words escape me. Damn, it’s not the time to start feeling a little shy now. I have to live with these people.

  “Come and get me if you need me.” He goes to leave before stopping at the door.

  “Oh, I forgot, please borrow one of my tops to sleep in if you want, as your stuff is in the car and the house is a tip until the cleaners come in the morning.” He gestures to a walk-in closet.

  Harley grabs some clothes and says goodnight before he shuts the door. I walk over and lock it, just to make me feel better, then I grab a top from one of the drawers in the closet and put it on. It’s so big it falls to my knees, but it will be fine to sleep in. Leaving my clothes on a chair in the corner of the room, I pull myself into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, sleep takes me.

  4

  Blake

  Those eyes, the eyes I’ve seen on my best friends’ countless times, but one look at Izzy, and I was lost. She is beautiful with her long, blond hair, which looks like silk, and an amazing body to go with it. I have to admit, I liked her slim waist, nice breasts, and amazing ass. Despite being tiny, her legs looked amazing, and yeah, I’ve been sitting here drawing her for
the last two hours like a dork. I’m fucking crushing on my best friends’ sister.

  Tearing off my last drawing of her, I slip it into my back pocket before cleaning my room a little. Fuck, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since I saw her last night. I had to have her, but when I found out who she was, I couldn’t. Izzy acted like she didn't even like me. I'm hoping it’s the innocent vibe she gives out and not that she has some secret boyfriend at her last home.

  Izzy must have been nervous yesterday. I had had a little to drink, so I wasn’t thinking when I held her close like she belonged to me already. When I first saw her, I thought she was sweet and kind, which went with her looks. But then she opened that beautiful mouth of hers, and she called me an asshole in a room full of men twice the size of her. Yeah, I think that's the moment this need to have her happened. I might have my work cut out. I haven't cared about a girl in ages; they are all the same. I will admit I'm not the greatest guy when it comes to girls, but I always tell them it’s one night and nothing more. I never lie, and they use me all the same, but maybe I'm not the best person to be thinking of her.

  Especially since this girl is my best friends’ sister and is off-limits. So fucking off-limits. I spent all night thinking of her, and even in her worn clothes, she looked crazy-good.

  Grabbing my keys and phone, I hop in my car and drive to the Kings’ house. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to see her, it's my main reason for going. Opening the door like I always have since I first walked in here at thirteen, I feel nervous for the first time. Hell, I even have a key they gave me, and this place has always been a second home. They never lock the damn door, anyway, so a key is pointless. Anyone would have to be mad around here to try to rob the King brothers. I walk into the kitchen to find Elliot talking on his mobile phone.

  “Yeah, one hour. All that stuff. Yeah. Fine.” He puts the phone down, looking frustrated as he rubs his face.

  “Hey, you all right?” he asks, noticing me coming into the room.

  “Yeah, just bored. How's the new sister?” I ask, trying to act casual. I need to see her. It's like an itch I need to scratch. At the same time, I know if I have one taste of her, I’ll be lost forever. Which worries the fuck out of me.

  “Out shopping with Sebastian,” he laughs, and I do too. Even though Seb is a massive, six-foot man, he still buys everyone's clothes. Seb can shop for hours, and I think Izzy is his new play thing.

  “Did you get in much trouble for last night?” I ask. “Harley looked mad,” I muse, taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools.

  “Not too badly. We just have to work in our spare time at the gym and sort out Izzy’s room,” he sighs, getting a juice out of the fridge.

  “What are you doing today?” I ask in reply. I’m hoping for a reason I can hang around until she is back. Yeah, I'm that lame.

  “Izzy's new bed, furniture, and stuff are coming in a bit. We are setting it up for her,” he groans.

  “I’ll help,” I say too quickly, and Elliot raises his eyebrows.

  “Why? It’s boring as shit,” he asks in a suspicious voice.

  “No plans. I like to help,” I say, lying through my teeth. I remember when Elliot's new desk came last month, and I told him ‘good luck with that’ when he read the instructions and looked to me for help. I try a smile and ignore his knowing stare.

  “Okay,” he says slowly, eyeing me.

  My phone goes off in my pocket, and I’m thankful for the distraction from Elliot’s questioning looks at me.

  Ivy: Mine tonight. I miss your body ;) xoxo

  Dammit, I forgot about her, my ‘sort of’ girlfriend, not that I asked her out. She just told people. Well, she sleeps with someone new as much as I do, or did, so I didn't correct her. I should have. When was the last time I saw her?

  I realise it was two weeks ago, and I’ve got to end this. Even if the girl I can't stop thinking about doesn't want me. I can't act on how much I want her before I sort out my mess.

  We need to talk. Meet me at the café in town at 7 p.m.?

  Ivy: No, my house. I don't want to talk xoxo

  Seriously, at the café or I will say what I have to on this text.

  Yeah, that makes me sound like an asshole, but, honestly, I know she doesn't really care about me.

  Ivy: Just say it xoxo

  Fine. It's over, sorry.

  Ivy: What? Why? Was it because I slept with Daniel last weekend? I’ll make it up to you ;) xoxo

  Daniel is one of my friends, and Elliot and I are going out for drinks with him tonight. I'm surprised he slept with her as he knew I had, and usually we don't do that shit, but it’s worse that I really don't give a crap that they did. I really shouldn't have let her think she actually was my girlfriend after I slept with her once, but it was when I was drunk.

  No, it's not, but it's over. Don't message me again, I’m sorry.

  Fuck, I wrote that without thinking. It's far harsher than I needed to be and she messages back.

  Ivy: Asshole

  Yeah, I deserve that. I turn my phone off as a van turns up.

  “Let’s get to work.” Luke claps my shoulder as he passes and makes me smile. Five crazy hours later, the room is finally done, and I silently slip my drawing under her pillow and hope she likes it.

  Fuck, I'm acting like a girl over her. Not that I can help it. I need to know if she likes me or wants me. I can't remember any girl really, as they were never important. I have a feeling this sexy, innocent girl is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I grin before shaking my head as I walk out of her room.

  5

  Izzy

  Waking to the sound of a loud vacuum, I lift my head, the light coming through the windows telling me that it’s late morning. I get out of bed, stretching as I head to the bathroom next to the closet and quickly relieve myself. I splash water on my face and brush my fingers through my hair before I can even think about leaving my room. I quickly put jeans on and tuck Harley’s shirt into my jeans. This will do for now. I open my door and see a note taped to the other side.

  ‘Izzy. I had to go to work, but Sebastian is taking you shopping for things. Harley.’

  I smile, thinking how sweet it is to have brothers who care and that I'm going to buy something for myself for the first time in over a year. I can't wait, but considering I don’t have much money saved up, I won't be spending too much. I decide not to worry about that now as there are other things to worry about at the moment.

  I walk down the corridor, looking around at the plain, cream walls with the odd, expensive-looking paintings. I stop at a nice, canvas painting of a field full of lavender. It’s painted really well, but I walk on just past an open door.

  I glance in to see a wooden-sleigh bed with a simple, blue sheet draped across the top of it. The rest of the room is simple as well. I would guess its Elliot’s room from the two bike helmets on the dresser.

  I move on, going down the stairs, and I’m shocked at how clean the house is. Now that it’s light in here, I can see the wooden floors and cream walls that run throughout the house. The stairs look like they are made of one massive piece of wood, and they curl down to the bottom floor of the house. The kitchen is on the left, and it’s filled with light-wooden cabinets and a large breakfast unit with many stools littered around it in the middle. There are two coffee machines on the side, with a double cooker next to them. The breakfast counter is packed full with pancakes and fruit.

  Luke is sitting at one of the counters, eating, and smiles when he sees me. Luke has such a friendly smile for a guy covered in tattoos and massive muscles.

  “Morning, sis, did you sleep well? I’m sorry about being drunk when we first met,” he smiles with a guilty, baby face. Unfortunately for me, it makes me grin and want to forgive him.

  “No problem, can I have some pancakes?” I ask and slide my foot side-to-side. Honestly, I hadn’t eaten anything other than cereal and whatever crap was left over in my foster parents’ hous
e from the parties the night before. Fresh food was rare in our house. I remember how my mom loved to cook for me and made me delicious cakes for my birthday each year. We never had a lot, but she always loved me, and that was enough.

  “Help yourself, I made them, and I'm the only one who can cook around here, can you?” he asks.

  I start piling up three pancakes and some fruit on my plate before answering him, I take the empty stool next to him, which he seems happy with.

  “No, not really. I used to make brownies and cupcakes with my mum, but that's it, I'm afraid. I can clean, but it looks like someone already did that,” I say, gesturing around as I start eating my food. The pancakes are amazing, and I forgot how nice fresh fruit tastes.

  “We have cleaners that come in from six until when they finish, but it’s twelve now and they are just done. I guess Harley will be giving them a nice tip,” he says with a grin, and we both eat in silence.

  When I'm finished, I ask if he knows where Sebastian is. “I'm meant to be shopping with him today.” I stand, grabbing my plate.

  “Yes, he’s in the TV room. You know the one we met in last night. And, good luck! Sebastian is a shopping whore.” He laughs to himself, then gets up to grab his keys off a hook near the door and shouts, “Bye!” as he leaves. I briefly wonder what Luke is driving when he is just sixteen.

  As Luke has left his plate on the counter, I wash them up and leave them to dry before finding Sebastian on his phone in the TV room. He sees me and tells whoever it is that he has to go, then he smiles hugely, making me want to smile at him. He’s dressed to perfection with slacks and a white shirt.

  “Right, little sis, it’s time to shop and have your hair done. We have to get you a new car and phone. You ready?”

  I just stand there in shock before saying, “Well, I don't have that much money, so maybe just clothes?” I keep looking down, even as I hear him move closer to me. God, this is embarrassing, they’re all wearing such nice clothes and have a clearly expensive house. I don’t want to feel like a charity case.