The King Brothers- The Complete Series

by G. Bailey

  "Your bedside manner isn't good, bro," Izzy says with a small smile.

  "Get some rest," I say, wiping her sweaty hair from her face.

  The doctor comes not long after and says they all have the stomach flu and that they just need fluids and paracetamol for the high temperature. I pay him a fortune, and then I find paracetamol in their medicine box. Summer turns up not long after and helps me sort out Izzy and Blake. After a few failed attempts, we get them all awake to have a drink of water and some tablets before they go back to sleep.

  A few hours later, Allie wakes up looking out of it.

  "Angel, it’s only me," I say, stroking her hair.

  "Elliot," she whispers.

  I hand her the meds she needs and some water, and then I wait for her to finish them.

  "Do you want a bath? Or food, or, well, anything," I ask quickly. Fuck, I feel useless, and I want nothing more than to take away her pain.

  Allie’s blue eyes look up at me in shock before she answers, "Yes to the bath, and no to the rest."

  "Okay, stay here. I will be right back." I walk off before she speaks, and I start running her a bath.

  "It's ready. Here, let me," I say when she tries to get out of the bed. I lift her up and I worry more because my Allie would fight me and say she can walk.

  I sit her on the edge of the bathtub and start pulling off her nightgown and then her pants. I feel nothing other than concern when I lift her, putting her into the bath as she sighs in pleasure.

  "God, that feels nice," she says, smiling a little at me. She is still very pale and looks like she has a fever. "Thank you for staying," she says after a while of me watching her as I sit next to the tub.

  "There isn't any place I would want to be. Fuck, there's nowhere I can be because I couldn't leave you if I tried."

  "I like you a lot, Elliot." She sighs, looking away from me. I want to say ‘I love you a lot,’ but I don't. She isn’t well enough for that right now.

  "I like you a lot more, my Allie," I whisper before standing and clearing my throat, which now feels tight.

  "Will you be all right for a bit? I need to go and change the bed sheets before you get back into them. I'll put yours in the wash with some of the other things," I say, thinking about how much I love Google. It will tell me how to use the washing machine.

  "Sure, you don't have to," she says, a slight frown appearing on her beautiful face.

  "I do," I say before kissing her gently.

  I change Allie’s sheets before helping her back into clean PJs and then into her bed. She is so tired that she falls straight to sleep when her head hits the pillow.

  "Hey, Summer, I’m ordering pizza. Do you want some?" I ask, walking into the living room where Summer is sitting.

  "Sounds good. Blake and Izzy are resting. Is Allie okay?" Summer asks, looking worried.

  "All good. Just needs some time for the meds to kick in, but she is sleeping. I’m going to work out the washing machine in a sec," I say, sitting on the sofa opposite from Summer.

  "Tell me, how is little Jake? I haven't seen him since the wedding, and he is such a lovely boy." Summer sighs, pulling her short blond hair out of her eyes. Blake looks a lot like his mum, with the same light-blond hair and the same blue eyes. Blake must have more facial features like his father and his height, too, because Summer isn't anywhere near as tall as Blake.

  "I saw them yesterday for a little bit, but they are all good. Maisy said he is starting to crawl everywhere now." I smile, remembering the proud look on Maisy and Sebastian's faces.

  "I can't wait for grandchildren. I know I have a little wait, but I plan to spoil them." Summer smiles.

  "Any children in our families will be spoilt rotten." I chuckle while Summer nods.

  "I agree with you, Elliot. You have changed recently. Not such the scary, biker boy anymore, are you?" She smiles.

  “I don’t know about that. I still love my bike and ignoring people, but I think I found something I love more.” I glance at Allie's door in the corridor.

  “Hmm,” Summer says, watching me. "I will make us some drinks,” she adds, getting up and then turning to look at me. "Be good to that girl, Elliot. It's not often you find two people who are meant to be. You two have played games with each other long enough."

  "How do you know about our past?" I ask, curious.

  "Izzy talks," she says with a laugh, walking off.

  73

  Allie

  “Why do you look like you’re going to be sick? You have a hot date, and I’m alone. I should be paler than you,” I tell Maisy, who grins up at me. We are on our way to her boyfriend’s house, the King brothers’ home. I didn’t want to come to prom tonight, but Maisy begged me. She is having trouble at home and needed somewhere to get ready and get picked up from.

  “I’m just nervous; I don’t dress up like this usually. Thank you for getting me ready.” She smiles and takes my hand in hers.

  “I just can’t wait for Elliot to rip this dress off me. I know he will,” Lily says next to me, and I grit my teeth and look out the window. I don’t want to see that or see them together, but it will only be for one night.

  The limo stops outside the King brothers’ massive house, and I can see them all waiting outside for us. The only one who is missing is their best friend, Blake, and their oldest brother.

  I get out of the car first, and my eyes instantly see Elliot King, as he is staring at me. I don’t want to admit how hot he looks in his suit or how his usually messy, black hair is styled out of his breath-taking, green eyes. I move away from them all as I see him look behind me at Lily, who is getting out of the car.

  He will always choose Lily over me.

  We all go inside after Harley comes outside and says he wants pictures. I don’t look at anyone. We all walk through the house to the lounge.

  “I want a picture of you and Elliot,” Harley says to me, making my gaze lift from the floor.

  “What?” I ask a little too loudly.

  “Come on, Allie, I don’t bite,” Elliot says behind me, and I turn to face him with a glare. Lily is standing by the door to the lounge, watching us.

  “No chance, I might catch something by just standing next to you,” I say.

  “Yes, like how to dress appropriately. Not like you’re going to a club.” He looks down at my dark-red, skin-tight dress. It is not that bad. Lily looks worse in her short, black dress, which stops at her thighs. At least mine hits the floor. Maisy looks the best out of all us, in a gold dress.

  “Are you done looking?” I ask him sharply, and he smirks at me.

  “One photo, for me guys,” Harley says behind me, and Elliot holds his hand out to me.

  “Fine,” I agree and take his warm hand. Elliot pulls me in front of him, and I smile as Harley takes photos.

  I flinch when Elliot pulls me closer and whispers, “You’re so beautiful when you’re quiet.”

  A slamming door snaps me from the moment of just listening to him speaking kindly to me, and when I turn, I see Lily has left the room. Elliot walks away from me and leaves the room to find Lily, like I would expect him to. I’m left standing in the room with Harley and Luke, their younger brother, who is standing at the door.

  “Elliot’s such a fucking idiot,” Luke says, and I couldn’t agree with him more.

  "I'm glad you’re feeling better." Emilia smiles next to me, snapping me back from my memories. I think to myself how glad I am too. Three days I was in bed, recovering, and while I feel a little weak still, it's not too bad. I was still sick for over a week, but I wasn’t as hot and cold all the time.

  "Me too." I exhale, not wanting to think any more about those few days. I don’t like being sick or needing any help.

  "Thanks for helping me so Elliot could rest," I tell her.

  The last two weeks have been awful as the whole family got ill, and Elliot hasn’t left my side. Elliot, Jake, and Harley were the only ones who didn’t get ill. So Blake’s mum has been lookin
g after them all, and Elliot looked after us. Harley was stuck looking after Jake, so he wasn’t around Maisy or Seb. Emilia finally kicked Elliot out when I felt better and told him to have a shower and get some rest. Izzy and Blake got better a little quicker than I did, and Gage is now ill. Gage went home to his mother’s, and she is looking after him.

  "No problem. The poor guy looked close to passing out when I got home." She chuckles. I’m surprised Emilia didn’t get ill, she helped us all out.

  "I really like him." I laugh nervously.

  "You mean you love him," Emilia corrects me, and I scowl at her before heading into the Ann Summers shop in front of me.

  I can hear Emilia laugh behind me as I walk ahead, and I see a nice matching lacy black bra and knickers.

  "I have to have these," I say, finding my size.

  "They are sexy," Emilia admits, helping me look. She finds my size before I do and hands them over.

  "So? How's your dating life?" I ask, trying to distract her. Emilia’s face goes pale for a second before she fakes a smile.

  "Good. Eric is my dad’s new wife's son, and even if he is my stepbrother, it's not weird," she mutters, and I really don’t think she believes those words.

  "Sure it's not; you’re not related and you didn’t grow up with him. So is he good in bed?" I ask, and a woman next to me raises her perfectly fake eyebrows. We are in a sex toy shop, and she is judging me for talking about sex. Can I not get a break anywhere?

  "I haven't slept with him yet. Our family is weird, and no sex before marriage," she mutters.

  "You’re a virgin?" I ask way too loudly, as I'm in shock, and everyone looks over at us now. Emilia goes red before dragging me to the counter.

  While I pay, she whispers, "No, but my family doesn't know that. Look, it's just very complicated."

  "I’ll say," I whisper back, making her chuckle. I pay for our things, and we walk out.

  "So Eric is okay with waiting?" I ask.

  Emilia shifts a little nervously before saying, "To be honest with you, I don't know or really care."

  "But you like him, right?" I haven't heard her really say many nice things about him yet. I’ve seen the man once when he picked her up. He is huge, with no hair and very dark skin. He is slightly attractive, but the three tattoos on the one side of his face kind of ruin it. I haven’t said anything, but I don’t see him as being her type. He looks like he would eat her for dinner, and not in the fun way.

  "Yeah, sure. He is fine," she says quickly before changing she subject again. I let her because I can’t push her to talk to me. She knows I’m here if she needs help.

  "So what are you getting Elliot for his birthday?"

  I groan out loud before answering. "I'm not sure. I mean, we haven't been dating long, so I don't know him well enough to buy him something I know he will like."

  "Well, what do you know that he likes?"

  I don't answer while we walk and I think. The only thing I can think of is stars and his Harley Davidson, but how do I turn that into a gift?

  "Stars and bikes," I mutter. I can’t remember anything else he has told me he likes. I guess his favourite colour is black, and he likes to wear leather. I know he spends way too much time at the gym or swimming, but I don’t know much else. I’ve seen the gym they have at their home, and there isn’t anything that they are missing.

  "What?" she asks. I leave out the bike this time; there isn’t anything I can do with that.

  "He likes stars," I say.

  "How about a tattoo? I know it's permanent, but Elliot has always been in your life. I know you wanted a tattoo for a while, so why not?" she says with a shrug. I look her over, wondering if she is hiding a load of tattoos under her baggy clothes. That wouldn’t surprise me. It’s always the quiet ones.

  "That's brilliant." I grin, and we make our way to the tattoo parlour. I book the tattoo for the day before his birthday, so he won't see it until it's his birthday. It’s only a few months away now. I buy him a new shirt in black, which has a Harley on it. I don’t think he will like it, but it’s so he has something to open. I buy Sebastian some naughty cards, they have different sex positions on them and I think he will find them funny. I also get him a multi-shop gift card so he can buy himself something.

  We stop for coffee, and my phone starts ringing. I frown when I see it’s my dad.

  "Hey, dad," I answer with a tense voice.

  "Alexandria, how are you? You’re not still upset over that fighting dog, are you? I believe you’re smarter than that," he asks, and my hand tightens around the hot coffee. The urge to punch my dad is high right now, and I'm glad he is on the phone and not in front of me.

  "Yes, I am upset still," I grind out.

  "Well, don't be. Elliot was always quick to find girls, so I'm sure he has moved on by now. I remember the first girl he kissed. It was my girlfriend at the time, and he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Now do you understand why I wouldn't want my sweet daughter with trash like that," he tells me, acting like he is a caring father.

  "I'm not that sweet, Dad, and Elliot isn't trash," I tell him. My anger is coming out through my words, and I realise I might have just shouted that at him.

  "Don't forget my warning, Alexandria. I'm not a man to go back on my word, and I would like an excuse. Those King boys are asking for me to teach them who is in charge," he says in an almost bored tone.

  "Sorry, Dad. I didn't mean it," I say quickly. I glance up as Emilia scowls at me before holding my free hand in an attempt to comfort me.

  "Yes, I am aware. So how is university? And that brother of yours? He isn't answering my calls," he tells me.

  "He is your son, too, and I will call him. Tris must be busy. University is great," I say in a plain tone. I can hardly stand to answer him.

  "Good. Yes, do get him to call me," he replies.

  "I have to go, Dad," I say.

  "All right. I will be back home in two weeks. Business was great here," he says with a happy tone. Knowing what kind of business he does, I can't help but be worried about what he thinks is great. Call me a coward, but I don’t want to know.

  "Bye, Dad. I guess I will see you soon," I eventually reply.

  "Bye, Alexandria," Dad says before ending the call.

  I pull my hand away from Emilia to rub my face so I can calm down. I spend a few minutes looking out the window. Everything is going wrong, I don’t know what I’m doing, and risking Elliot like this is crazy.

  “What’s going on, Allie?” Emilia asks, trying to get my attention.

  "Nothing," I mutter, knowing I can't talk to Emilia about this. I need to tell Elliot, really, but I don't want him to worry. This is so fucked up.

  "Allie, the last few weeks you looked so happy; happier than I ever seen you. Then your dad is mentioned and you freeze up. Allie, I can help if you–" I cut her off with my hand raised in the air.

  "No, you can't. My dad is, well, fucked up, and please, I don't want to talk about him," I say.

  "All right, but I know how to help you if you ask," she says quietly.

  "Trust me, there's nothing you can do. So how about we buy you some new clothes? I love you, Em, but you’re so hot. Wearing jeans and hoodies all the time doesn't show that off," I tell her.

  Emilia glares at me, pulling her hoodie up over her messy, brown curls.

  "I like them."

  "Why?" I have to ask because I've never seen her in much else. I have no idea why she hides her body with those oversized clothes. I know it's not a money issue because she drives a Porsche. The rent on our apartment isn’t cheap, and I know she has a job, but it wouldn’t pay for her car.

  "No reason," she says, looking away.

  "We both have secrets, huh?" I laugh, and I see Emilia’s big grin.

  "True, but I love you anyway." She laughs this time with me.

  "Well if you’re not buying new stuff, I am. I saw this hot, red dress I want to buy to wear at the twin’s party." I wink. Ten minutes later, we leave ou
r coffees and walk out. The dress fits perfectly, and I can't wait for Elliot to see his present wrapped up in red.

  74

  Allie

  "Holy shit, I look good," I say to myself, looking at my stunning, red dress in the mirror. It fits me perfectly and falls to the floor with a slit all the way up to my hip, without showing my lack of underwear. The top is a halter, making my boobs look bigger than they are. My hair is down tonight with soft curls, which Izzy has done for me.

  I turn to see Izzy tying the bow on the back of her purple dress. It's really cute but simple, and it is longer at the back. Izzy's hair is up in a messy bun with little curls coming out around her face.

  "You’ll do," Izzy says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

  "I have something to show you, but you can't tell anyone until I show Elliot tonight," I say, and Izzy’s eyebrows rise up in a silent question. I lift my dress on the other side so she can see the four stars that start at my hip going down to my knee. They are beautiful and simple, but I love them.

  "Wow, they’re lovely. What made you get those done?" she asks as I pull down my dress and straighten it out.

  "It's a present for Elliot," I say.

  "Why stars?"

  "Long story," I mutter, not really wanting to tell Izzy that kind of story.

  "So you love him," she muses.

  "I don't know. Maybe," I say, looking away.

  "You do." She giggles before grabbing her bag and throwing her phone into it. “I'll show you mine, just don’t tell the boys. Blake and Luke know I had it done, but I doubt Elliot, Seb, or Harley would be cool about it,” she says, and I glare at her.

  “You had a tattoo done and didn’t tell me?”

  “Only a few months ago, and you’ve been busy.” She grins.

  She is right, I have been busy. Between the two dance classes, and university ending and starting again soon, I haven’t been able to stop. In the last two months, I took on more classes in the week at the gym, just like Harley offered. I don’t want to go back to university, I barely passed the first year, and I’m getting paid so much for dance that I don’t think I need to. I just have to find a way to tell my father and Elliot what I want. I know Harley will support me, he made that clear, and I would love the new job.