Izzy's Beginning (The King brother's series Book 1) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  For foster child Izzy, finding out she has four brooding, complicated older brothers and moving in with them is the last thing she thought would happen in her last year of school.

  So when you start living with your four protective brothers, the smart thing would be not to fall for their extremely hot best friend, right?

  Izzy King knows dating their former playboy best friend, Blake Frost, behind their backs isn’t a good idea. Then she meets him, the attraction is too much to avoid, with his killer body and sparkling blue eyes that draw her in like a flame.

  Izzy isn’t the only one keeping secrets, she soon finds out that maybe the brothers aren’t as caring and good as they seem to be around her.

  Can Blake and her brothers keep her safe from the past that haunts them all?

  Maybe some secrets are meant to stay secret.

  18+ due to violence, sexual scenes and language.

  © Copyright 2017 by G.Bailey

  All rights reserved

  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, bands 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.

  List of G. Bailey’s books-

  The King Brother’s Series-

  Izzy’s Beginning (Book one)

  Sebastian’s Chance (Book two)

  Elliot’s Secret (Book three)

  Harley’s Fall (coming soon)

  Luke’s Revenge (coming soon)

  Her Guardians Series-

  Winter’s Guardian (Book one)

  Winter’s Kiss (Book two)

  Winter’s Promise (Book three)

  Winter’s War (coming soon)

  Saved by Pirates series-

  Escape the sea (Book One)

  Strip For Me Serial-

  Part One

  Part Two

  Dedication

  For my impossible man.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Izzy

  "Elizabeth, come downstairs!" Shouts the angry voice of my foster dad through the house. I groan and look over at my clock to see it’s five in the morning. I have four hours until school, and 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 hoodie before running down the stairs. I stop at the mirror in the hallway, pulling my long, almost white hair into a ponytail. 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 whisky bottle. I know better than to talk to him and I start cleaning around him. They kept me up most of the night with their loud music and a party that didn’t stop till three in the morning, let’s not mention the idiots who tried to open my locked door. This is normal for me and at least they 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, and I grab my bag, slamming the door on my way out.

  As much as I try to forget my living situation, I can’t. 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, and I try to stay out of their way. I have six more months till I’m eighteen 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, it’s a grammar school which I have to attend. That or college, supposedly the grammar school is good for my grades, but it’s more like the better of two evils.

  The day progresses as I would usually expect it to, art and history classes all day. I took a double-A level in art and one in history, which is surprisingly not boring. Later that day, as I sit at lunch alone, I think of my best friend Tilly who 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 in, not like me and Tilly, who actually got 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 as the intercom says around the room,

  “Would Elizabeth Turner come to the main office,” and then it clicks off. I look up to see everyone staring at me, I shrug as I try not to blush. Hopping out of my seat, I walk to the office on the other side of the building. I keep thinking what the hell I’ve done or if Fred has called to say there is another family emergency at home, which is code for ‘I have friends coming to get drunk and I need the house clean again and didn’t notice I 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 in the room to see my headteacher 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.

  “Come and sit Elizabeth, there has been some news and this man has come to talk to you.” I ignore him and look as the dark-haired man turns to me.

  “It's nice to meet you, my sister, you wouldn't believe how long I have looked for you,” the dark haired stranger says to me in a deep voice.

  I turn and look at my headteacher, hoping he will help but he ignores me and looks out the window. I look back at the man, taking in his head of dark brown hair an
d massive muscular build to his expensive looking pressed suit. I finally look in his eyes and see the same bright green eyes I have 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 three years ago, four days after my fifteenth birthday. I guessed she would have told me about him when I was older but who knows.

  “Look, I know this is strange but I am your half-brother and I now have custody of you till you turn eighteen. I have come to take you back home with me.” He says like it’s an everyday fact. I’m getting the impression not a lot bothers him.

  I half listen as I’m still trying to take any of this in. A brother, if that isn’t enough to deal with and then him adding on the fact that I’m moving. I should panic and run. Who knows what he wants or if he is my brother but then again it can’t be worse than where I live now.

  “Elizabeth, look at me,” my brother says as he picks up on my internal war.

  I look up into those familiar green eyes that show kindness, I try to think of more reasons to run but I can see my own eyes looking back at me and, well, I think I’m going to have to trust him.

  “It's Izzy, my friends call me Izzy. What’s your name?” I’m still looking at his face, trying to see the truth behind his words, he is 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.

  “What did you mean when you said you would take me back with you and custody?” I try to say calmly and kind of fail.

  “That you’re coming to live with me, you have no other blood relatives as far as I know. I get custody, I have custody of my three younger brothers too, well your brothers too,” he scratches his head then huffs and sits down on the sofa. He straightens his suit jacket before saying.

  “I know this is hard for you to believe and trust me this whole situation is difficult. Our dad is dead and has been for five years. 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, which I stupidly ignored, about you. It had a DNA test done when you were a baby, 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. I'm sorry for your loss by the way.'”

  I nod and sit next to him, taking it all in, four brothers and he is right about us moving. My mother just liked to see new places and I was taken along for the ride. Yesterday I had no one, now I have a family and I am moving out of my crazy foster family. This shit seems unbelievable.

  “Alright, to be honest with you, I have done everything I can to leave my crazy foster parents, so this could work for me. I mean moving to yours and then we can see how things go. I guess I would like to meet the rest of you and learn about you. How old are they?” I ask looking at Harley who looks around twenty-three, they can’t be that old.

  “The twins are seventeen like you and Luke is sixteen. I'm so glad you’ll come. I thought I'd have a massive fight on my hands with getting you to come with me.” He says with a grin which makes me smile too. He stands up claps his hands together getting the attention of my head teacher and starts talking to him about sending my paper work over and the school switch. I notice he makes a very a large payment to the school to help hurry up my paper work. I look at him now in his perfect suit and frown. I look down at my baggy hoodie and worn jeans then finally to my worn trainers that I have had for at least two years. I can't help but sigh and think how I'm not going to fit into their world.

  As we head to my house in his massive black SUV that's shinier than most of the cars in my small town and I’m wondering what Harley will think of my foster parents or their home.

  Chapter Two

  Izzy

  “Izzy, we need to go soon but I understand if you want to wait until tomorrow to pack and say your goodbyes”, Harley says while pulling the car into parking space next to the house. The lawn hasn't been done since the last social services inspection six months ago. It’s long grass that’s mostly weeds, covering the small front lawn and cracked pavement leading to the door. The house itself hasn’t been worked on for years and it tells from the outside. My lazy and possibly crazy foster parents wouldn't bother leaving the house to do any work on it. Well, they didn’t care enough to make me mow it or risk neighbours seeing me working my ass off for them, as it’s a nice neighbourhood with decent people living here.

  “No, I only have a bag or so of things so it will only take me half an hour to pack, want to wait?” I say hoping he will stay. I secretly don't want to be alone with them when they find out I'm leaving. They have never hurt me but throwing things near me and screaming at me is normal for them. I frown, thinking of times when it’s worse if they have been drinking which I’m guessing they have by now. It is midday.

  “Yes. I need to tell them about you leaving with me.” He tells me and then frowns,

  “Well, your foster parents should have received a phone call or letter explaining anyway.” He hesitates before continuing as he stares at the house.

  “Why have you only got one bag? What about your clothes and well girl stuff?” He asks while pulling out the car keys.

  I nearly sigh in relief that he's not leaving me here and I say quietly

  “I don't have many clothes or other things,” I try to get out the car not wanting to discuss this anymore but a large hand on my upper arm gently stops me. He huffs, gaining my attention back to him as he moves his hand.

  “Seb is going to love spoiling you with my credit card,” he laughs loudly and gets out the car too.

  I frown at his statement but my nerves get the best of me and don’t let me think about it anymore as I stare up at the home I’ve lived in for three years. So many memories are bad but also in some ways this place made me stronger, I straighten up and walk into the house with Harley following me. I start by walking straight into the living room where my foster dad is passed out face down on the sofa with a bottle of vodka in his hand. I’m guessing Vivian is at one of her friends as she is nowhere to be seen.

  “I wouldn't wake him up if I was you, I’ll go and pack,” I say in a whisper and shrug at Harley as he glares at Fred on the sofa. I notice how he looks around the room in disgust before smiling at me, but I can see the pity in his eyes.

  As I walk past him he says to hurry up, so I suppress a smile at that and run up to my room. I throw my three pairs of jeans, four tops and my leggings in a bag. I get all my underwear and, finally, my jewellery. I hid it under my bed, it's the only thing of my mother’s I have left, that my foster parents haven't sold at least. The memory of my mother comes rushing at me as I hold the necklace.

  I know I shouldn’t be looking in mum’s jewellery box but everything is so pretty. I am only seven so mum won’t be too mad. I open the worn wooden box and inside are pretty little earrings I’ve seen my mom wear and in the middle is a very pretty purple necklace I’ve never seen. I pull it out holding it up in the air as it sparkles in the light from the window, making me giggle.

  “Elizabeth,” the angry voice of my mother makes me jump and turn to see her standing in the doorway to the bedroom. Her white blonde hair is up in a messy bun from cleaning and she is wearing a pretty red dress. Her face softens slightly after a second before she lets out a long breath and comes over to me. She kneels in front of the stool I’m sat on and takes the necklace out of my hand gently.

  “It’s real pretty mummy,” I say frowning at my mummy’s sad face.

  “It is, isn’t it? I haven’t looked at this in years. It’s called a sapphire.” She tells me.

  “Who gave you
it mummy?” I ask as she stares at the necklace in her hand, the sapphire is about the size of her thumb and shines like my mummy’s blue eyes.

  “The man who still holds my heart, baby. I just can’t let this go.” She whispers the end part to herself but then she stands up, putting the necklace back in her box and holds her hand out to me.

  “Do you want to go and get ice cream? Mummy could use some chocolate ice cream.” she smiles making me laugh.

  “Yes, mummy.” I squeal jumping up and down.

  The memory of her fades, leaving only the sadness that she is gone. I kept it hidden well enough because of that memory, I guess I had always hoped it was my dad who gave it to her but who knows. It looks expensive but my mum never dated anyone that I saw growing up so it could be. I could ask Harley. I throw it in my bag then go into the bathroom to collect my shampoos, soap, razors and hairbrush. I chuck those into the bag and look at myself in the full-length mirror. My long almost white blond hair is nearly at my waist, even in a plait like it is now. I have those bright green eyes like my brother and a layer of freckles I’m not a fan of. I’m quite pale as I don’t get out much but I have a good body, as my best friend would say. I’m looking at my eyes wondering about my father when I hear a thump and a man cry out. I race down the stairs finding Harley holding Fred by his neck up a wall and Harley’s face is close to Fred’s.

  “Don't speak about my sister like that ever again or I’ll end you. Do you understand?” He asks and Fred mumbles a shaken,

  “Yes.”

  Harley lets him drop to the floor. Harley looks back to me with a smile and starts brushing down his suit before asking

  “You ready?” I nod and he turns back to Fred with a scary amount of hate on his face.

  “We are going now and don't contact my sister or I’ll find you.” With that, he gestures for me to walk out and I do with my head held high. I say goodbye to my old life and out into the new.

  Chapter Three