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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.”