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    The King Brothers- The Complete Series


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      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

      Join Bailey’s Pack

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      About the Author

      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.

      Photography by Sara Eirew

      Cover Design by Covers by Combs

      Created with Vellum

      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.”

     

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