The King Brothers- The Complete Series

by G. Bailey

  "Thank you, my little Maisy," he says, and I pull away, my heart feels like it’s being squeezed at the use of my old nickname he used to call me.

  "So, is that a yes? Will you walk me up the aisle?" I ask, feeling a little nervous.

  "I would be beyond honoured," he says and kisses my forehead.

  The baby monitor starts going off at that point with the sound of Jake crying.

  "I will be right back," I say with an excited smile at my dad, who nods with a matching happy face. I change Jake’s dirty nappy and bring him downstairs to my dad, who lights up at the sight of my tiny baby in my arms.

  "Being a mother suits you. Can I hold him please?" my dad asks, and I hand him over gently. My dad slowly rocks Jake in his arms, humming a familiar song, and eventually, Jake falls asleep.

  "You used to love that song when you were a baby. I spent hours humming it to you when you woke up in the night," Dad tells me fondly.

  "I'm surprised he slept for you, he only seems to like me, Harley, or his dad getting him to sleep," I tell my dad, who beams as he looks at Jake.

  "If you need any help, day or night, I'm one phone call away," he replies.

  "Thank you." I smile.

  We spend the rest of the afternoon talking about Jake and about what we have both been up to. Seb comes home to find my dad cuddling a sleeping Jake. I hear him and my dad talk for a bit before he comes to find me cooking some dinner in the kitchen.

  "That smells amazing, as usual," Seb says as he looks through the cooker glass at the two handmade pizzas cooking.

  "With my dad helping, I managed to cook a little easier," I say as he comes over. I finish washing up and turn just in time to give him a hug.

  "Everything going okay?" Seb asks.

  "More than okay. I've forgiven him," I say.

  "Good," Seb says and takes my hand. We walk into the living room to see my dad watching TV on the sofa with a sleeping Jake on his chest.

  "Dad is staying for dinner," I tell Seb as he sits on the other sofa, and I sit next to him.

  "Nice to see you again, Mr. Reynolds," Seb says.

  "Call me Dad, you’re going to be family soon," my dad replies.

  "All right, but maybe we can call you Grandpa?" Seb grins.

  "I can get used to it." My dad laughs quietly.

  "So, what are we watching?" Seb asks.

  "I'm not sure what the name is, but there are these two men, who are in love with this one girl," Dad says.

  "Sounds good," Seb says as I hold in a laugh.

  "Oh, one is a vampire and one is a werewolf," my dad explains.

  "Dear god, you've converted your dad into liking vampires now," Seb says to me with a shocked expression.

  "I like the werewolf. I should because my grandson is clearly named after him," my dad says seriously, as I laugh, and he presses play as Seb glares at me.

  “There’s no way you would have let me call him Edward.” I wink.

  52

  Sebastian

  I can't help but laugh as I look down at my damn expensive shirt now covered in sick thanks to my handsome son.

  "Daddy can't go out like this." I laugh as Jake’s green eyes look at me as he chews on his hand. I finish baby wiping him down and getting him in some new clothes, while I carry on smelling like sick.

  "Oh dear." Maisy giggles, coming into the room looking amazing in a tight, blue dress. Her shiny hair is straight, flowing around her shoulders as she walks.

  "Wow," I say, forgetting about my shirt as her sharp, brown eyes meet mine.

  Izzy and Blake are babysitting for us tonight as we are going out for a date. It's the first time since Jake was born six weeks ago that we are going to be alone together. We haven't had any time to be close or sleep since he was born, so a whole night of being together sounds perfect.

  "Here, hand him over." Izzy walks around Maisy, coming to take Jake from me. I kiss his head before handing him over.

  "Daddy's going to miss you, but I need some Mummy time. You will understand when you’re older," I tell him as he just looks at me like I’m mad or something.

  I hear Izzy and Maisy laughing at me instead.

  I leave Maisy to say goodbye to Jake and head into Elliot's room to borrow a shirt. I knock before going in and see he is on the phone.

  "I will meet you then. Don't be late," he says tensely, looking like he wants to break the phone as he ends the call.

  "I'm guessing you need a shirt?" He raises his eyebrows at my sick-covered shirt.

  "Good guess," I say sarcastically.

  "Don't be a jackass, help yourself," he says with a snort before leaving the room.

  I grab a blue shirt, which I bought Elliot, because I know it will look good. I chuck it on before heading back to Izzy’s room. Izzy has the cot all set up and everything ready for the night.

  "So, you promise to call me if there are any problems?" Maisy is asking, looking down at Jake in Izzy’s arms.

  "Yes, but we will be fine. Have a good night." She winks and shoos Maisy out of the room and toward me.

  "Blake will be here in a bit, and I'm sure Harley isn't going to stay away for long," Izzy tells us and then goes back to put a sleeping Jake into his cot.

  "I feel bad leaving him," Maisy says, coming to stand in front of me.

  "I know, but he is safe, and I want my beautiful fiancée to myself tonight." I pull her up to my chest and kiss her slowly. I hear her moan, and I have to pull away before I get a hard-on in front of my sister and son. It's been torture sleeping next to her warm body every night, knowing I couldn't touch her like that yet, and we both were too tired to try.

  "Come on." She smirks, and we walk out to our car.

  "So, what's the plan?" she asks, as I've kept quiet about what I've had in mind.

  We had Christmas two weeks ago with all the family. Allie and Elliot ended up arguing. Blake and Izzy disappeared on us not long after Izzy opened Blake's present, which was a lovely necklace. The rest of the night, we all sat around drinking while Harley refused to put Jake down. It was perfect. We stayed in for New Year’s Eve, but I know everyone else went out. It didn’t bother me like it might have before because I spent it with my own little family.

  "It's a surprise, remember?" I wink at her before starting the car and driving to the lake.

  I have a small camping fire started in one of those fire pots on the deck and a table with chairs. I spent the day decorating the deck with fairy lights too. Luke has set up the fire and left a bag of Chinese food on the table.

  "Sebby," she whispers as we pull up and sees what I've done.

  She gets out the car quickly, with me following, and stops near the table.

  "Thank you, this is way more than I expected."

  I turn her to me, kissing her lightly.

  "This was how I was planning to ask you to marry me. I thought you deserved to see it." I panic a little, worried how she will take it.

  "I would have said yes a million times over, but how you asked me was perfect." She kisses me again, and, this time, neither of us let go as the kiss turns more passionate. I pick her up, pushing her against the wooden fence on the decking and kissing down her neck.

  I pull away. "Wait, I have to tell you something. Let's eat first."

  I take her hand, leading her to her chair and pulling it out for her to sit on. I serve up the Chinese food while she frowns a little at me.

  "Everything okay?" she hesitantly asks.

  Shit, I've worried her when I didn't mean to.

  "Sorry, baby, I didn't want to worry you." I pause, putting down my fork to hold her hand.

  "I wanted to tell you that I bought into Harley’s gym. I paid for the expansion that’s happening soon, and Harley made me half owner with him. I was never like you. University wasn't a dream for me, but I know I’ll enjoy working with my brother." I stop speaking and look at her shocked face.

  "This means once you’re ready to leave Jake with me, you can apply for university or c
ollege. I know you had great grades when you left, so I know you can do anything you want when you put your mind to it," I finish, watching her stunning, brown eyes.

  She doesn't say anything for a long time, and I'm sweating, nervous of her reply.

  "Please say something," I ask, getting worried.

  She gets up and throws herself into my lap kissing me. I groan when she runs her hands up my shirt, playing with my chest.

  “I love you so much, Sebby,” she whispers against my lips.

  "Baby, does this mean you’re happy?" I struggle to say while she is kissing my jaw and down my neck.

  "I love you so much. I can't believe you did that for me, but I love you more for it. You’re so sweet." She moans when I play with her breasts through her dress.

  "How about we go home, and you can show me how happy you are with me?" I grin at her.

  "Take me home, Sebby." She moans in my arms.

  “Not until we eat. A little teasing won’t harm you,” I say, making her laugh and not being able to wipe the big smile off my lips as she kisses me again.

  Epilogue

  Elliot

  "What do you want?" Tristan glares at me as I turn off my Harley. I take my helmet off and leave it on the seat. I walk over to the idiot who is begging me to hit him.

  "What do you think? You’re not stupid, Tristan, so answer your own fucking question," I spit out at him. I fold my arms across my chest as I stand right in front of him.

  "Is this about Allie?” he asks.

  You wouldn't guess Allie and Tristan are siblings by how they look. Tristan has nearly black hair from his father, whereas Allie must look like her mother, with her beautiful blond hair. They both share the same eyes and annoying attitude.

  "Allie doesn't know about her dad, does she?" I nearly shout, but I hold my hands in fists.

  I can’t knock out Allie's brother. I spent years hating a girl, who hasn't done anything. When I was younger, I thought I was in love with her. Her beautiful, blond hair and blue eyes drew me in and her fucking cheeky attitude even more. Then Tristan told me she knew all about my dad and us fighting at The Cage. She knew her dad helped beat the shit out of us and she didn’t care.

  "It doesn't matter if she does or not. Not to you, she hates you." He smirks.

  I land a hard punch to his jaw before tackling him to the ground. I pull at his leather jacket so his face is close to mine. I’m glad I chose an empty car park to meet him.

  "You lied to me. I've made her life hell for years because of your stupid fucking lies," I growl out.

  "It was for the best. Dad would kill you and send her away if you two were together. I won't lose my sister." He pushes me off of him, and I let him as I stand up. Tristan spits out a mouthful of blood and straightens his clothes.

  I run my fingers through my messy black hair, which I know needs a cut.

  "That isn't your choice, let’s see who Allie chooses. I don’t think it will be you." I smirk at him before walking away.

  "Stay the fuck away from my sister, Elliot, she doesn’t need you," Tristan shouts as I get on my bike and slide my helmet on.

  I don't reply as I start the bike and feel the engine purring to life because nothing is going to stop me from getting what is mine.

  Link to Past (Elliot’s story) on Amazon here…

  Description of Past

  The Kings will destroy you, but I know you can’t walk away.

  Elliot King has only ever wanted one girl.

  Allie Lewis has only ever avoided one boy.

  Family secrets have kept them apart for years, but Elliot and Allie can’t resist each other anymore.

  They say opposites attract, but in Elliot and Allie’s case, they have to make sure they don’t kill each other first.

  18+ due to violence, sexual scenes, and language.

  Quote

  “Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?”

  -Tennessee Williams

  Prologue

  “I will let Tristan live if you do everything I ask from now on," he also adds, like an afterthought. Like Tristan doesn’t mean anything to him. I guess he never really has, he was always obsessed with me. It was me who looked after Tristan.

  "No, Allie, don't," Tris moans in a cracked voice.

  "How can I trust you?" I ask my dad.

  "You can’t, my silly, little girl, but I will teach you who to trust and how to make deals. I will teach you how to run my business. All you have to do is forget your past. I did it once, you can too, daughter." Dad smiles.

  I panic, having no idea what to do, and my face falls in horror as Tris kicks back at the man holding him and throws himself over the bridge. I see his eyes lock onto mine, showing me so much love and sadness. I scream, knowing there's no point, but I'm moving before I know what I'm doing. I saw where his arms were tied, and he can't swim like that. I look over at Elliot just before I jump over the gap. The man who was holding Tris doesn’t have time to stop me as I push him out of the way.

  "I love you, Elliot, only ever you," I shout, and his face falls when he realises what I'm going to do.

  "No!" I hear both Elliot and my dad scream as I jump after my brother into the dark, cold water.

  53

  Allie

  "This is pointless." Emilia sulks, pushing away her study books. I hold in a small chuckle as they nearly fall from the table, but she really doesn’t seem to care.

  "I agree. This is difficult. Why does Professor douche-bag want a ten-thousand-word essay on this business shit?" I huff as a reply.

  "Maybe because you pissed him off by asking if he had a wig on." She raises an eyebrow at me, and I laugh remembering his face.

  "Yeah, maybe that was a bad idea, but come on; the man has really weird hair. It must be a wig," I tell her, and she laughs. I walk over to the fridge in the apartment I share. My roommates are Emilia, Gage, my best friend, Izzy, and her boyfriend, Blake. In all honesty, it’s nice to live with them all; we don’t have too many arguments.

  "Want a drink?" I ask, getting a can of diet Coke out of the fridge.

  "No thanks, Allie, I have to go out." She puts her long, curly hair up into a messy bun, which looks perfect even when she isn't looking at what she is doing. My roommate is half Italian, with very curly, dark-brown hair and golden skin that always looks like she just walked out of a sun bed. She really is very pretty, but she dresses in big hoodies and plain jeans all the time. I know she has a killer body hidden underneath those clothes somewhere, but she doesn’t care about that.

  "A date?" I wag my eyebrows at her, looking at her plain black, baggy shirt and skinny jeans; I hope she isn’t planning on going on a date like that.

  "You know I don't date. My family would kill anyone I tried to date, and I'm not joking." She laughs, but it sounds like forced humour. I know she has two older brothers and a very over-protective dad, who comes to check on her regularly.

  "You need to get laid then," I say, sitting back down in front of my open laptop.

  "So do you. Haven't you got another date with Gage tonight?" she asks. I inwardly groan at the idea of another date with my other annoying, but hot, roommate. Yes, he is hot enough to set any girl’s body alight, but there’s just something missing. There’s always something missing in every guy I try to date.

  "Yeah, I have studying to do. Well, that's what I told him," I tell her, and she frowns at me as I drink from my can.

  "Right, what's wrong with him? Ever since I've known you, every guy you've been on a date with has some small issue so you don't bother again. Is anyone going to be good enough?" Her face softens when mine drops.

  A face comes to mind straight away, with black, messy hair and dark-green eyes. Hell no, I can't be thinking about that pain in the ass. Yes, I may have been on a few dates in the last few months, but they have all been too nice or annoying. Or, there was that one who liked to talk about how hot his auntie is. That was a major turn off.

  "I've on
ly been on a few dates." I roll my eyes at her.

  "I counted, it's been twelve dates in three months, and every one of them were attractive. Most of them sweet." She laughs when I shake my head at her.

  "Well, they have all been boring. Gage is nice but only goes on about himself. He talks too much," I reply, chucking my empty can into the recycling bin. I have to admit what she is saying is true. I am way too picky. I really can’t stand guys who talk about themselves all the time. The boring conversations about how long they have spent in the gym. Gage is not the type of guy to be modest about himself, either.

  Why is my first thought of a certain man, with an amazing body, who only says what he wants and doesn't talk too much? I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since he took my hand when my best friend was in labour with her son–his nephew. Everything went wrong a few months ago on that day. Luckily, she pulled through it, and my handsome little nephew, Jake, was born. Maisy may not be my birth sister, but we agree that she might as well have been. I grew up with her, and I love her like family anyway. I have an actual brother, but we aren’t as close as I am with Maisy.

  My phone goes off in my jeans’ pocket, and I pull it out. As I look down, I see it’s Izzy King, my best friend.

  Izzy: look at this cute outfit! Do you think Jake would suit it? X

  This is followed by a cute baby outfit with dragons on it.

  Me: It's amazing, a must buy x

  Izzy: I agree. I'm staying at Harley's tonight so I’ll see you tomorrow. X

  Me: See you then, bestie. Love ya x

  Izzy: Love ya too, my crazy bestie x

  I laugh, putting away my phone.

  "Looks like we will get some sleep tonight as Izzy is staying at her brothers’,” I tell Emilia.

  "That's good, I like them both, but, man, they are loud when they get at it," Emilia says, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.