The King brothers were sitting in their office waiting for Elijah. Elijah is the right hand man of the brothers and the only person that they have trusted all their lives since they became Mafia Kings.
They were already getting impatient. "Call him." Alistair said to Elliot, agitated. Just then, someone knocked on the door. The door opened and the person they were expecting came in. Elijah was a very big man, standing at about 6'3", he was even taller than the brothers who are 6'0". He hardly wears suit and prefers to be comfortable in combat outfits or joggers and hoodie like he is wearing at the moment. He hardly talked and sometimes always mistaken to be mute by other people. "You took your time to show up." Victor said to Elijah, who merely shrugged as he took his seat. He placed a file each in front of the three of them. "There is nothing much about her, I'm still investigating more but I brought this for you guys." Elijah explained. Victor opened his file first and his brother followed. Elijah was right, the information hardly contained two pages. Name: Kayla Jones Age: 20 Date of birth : 15 March 2000 Eye colour :Heterochromia ( Silver and violet) Height:5'4" Grew up at St Mary's Orphanage, found as a baby at the doorstep of the orphanage. Education : Schooled at the affiliated school for the orphanage throughout. And now on scholarship at Evergreen University. "That's all?"Elliot asked. "Yes, that is all. I plan on visiting the orphanage to ask around but I brought this to you first." Elijah replied. "While you are at the orphanage, I want the names of every single one that was close to her and I want you to run a check on them."Alistair said. "Okay. I will be on my way." Elijah said and left the office. "Do you think something happened at the orphanage?" Elliot asked his brother. "I don't think, I know. Apart from the bullying and teasing she might have experienced because of her unique eyes, there is something more." Alistair replied. The brothers left their office for dinner and had the pastries that Kayla made for dessert. After that, the brothers returned to their rooms each of them thinking about Kayla. ~~~~~~~~~~°°°°°°°°°°~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kayla walked into her room and locked the door behind her. She was completely exhausted from her day at the café. Her coworker, Madeline had forced her to stay behind later than usual and left her to lock the shop. Kayla dropped her bag on the table and went into her bathroom for a shower, her body was sticky with sweat and there was nothing she wanted more than a good night sleep. After cleaning herself and changing into a dress for the night. She set her alarm, making sure to set even extra so she would not sleep through it like this morning. As she laid her head to sleep, three men invaded her mind and she found herself thinking about her professors. Kayla's eyes were wide opened as she forced herself to sleep,but her brain was overactive with thoughts of three men. ~~~~~~~~~~~~°°°°°°°°°°°°°~~~~~~~~~~~ Alistair walked into the lecture room, his eyes already scanning the students until they landed on Kayla. She was wearing a coat and he couldn't blame her, the morning was cold like it was in the middle of winter all of a sudden. As Alistair taught the class, he noticed Kayla dozing off. He did not want to call her out in the midst of the other students and a better idea came to mind so he left her alone. At the end of the class, Alistair watched as Kayla took her time packing her stuffs. When the class was empty, Kayla walked up to him and he internally smiled because he suspected that she will come to him. "Professor King?" She called. Alistair looked up like he hadn't noticed her coming towards his desk. "Miss Jones, how may I help you?" Alistair asked. "There was a part of the lecture I did not understand, I was hoping you could explain something to me." Kayla said after mustering up courage. "I am busy at the moment but you may come to my office before 2pm today. I can attend to you then." Alistair replied,praying desperately in his mind that she would agree. "Are you sure sir, I don't want to bother you." Kayla asked surprised that he was actually offering to tutor her in the comfort of his office. "It's no problem. I will be expecting you by 2pm."Alistair replied. "Okay sir." Kayla left the lecture room. Alistair picked up his phone and sent the update to his brothers that she will be at their office. They responded positively. He was eager to be alone with her. At exactly 1:57pm,Kayla was walking down the hall to Alistair's office. What she did not know is that, all three professors share the same office, she thought it would only be the two of them. When she got to the door, it was already time and she knocked. "Come in." a voice said from inside. Kayla walked in to see Alistair still working. "Good evening, Professor King." Kayla said. Alistair looked up at her with a slight smile. "Have your seat." He gestured to the three-sitter couch. "Make yourself comfortable, I will be done with these in ten minutes." Kayla sat down placing her bag on the floor beside her feet. She took out what she managed to note down and highlighted the part she did not understand. The room was quiet with only the air conditioner humming. Kayla did not know when she rested her head on the armrest of the couch and fell asleep. Alistair looked up and saw Kayla already asleep. He knew she was tired and that is why he took his time so she will be able to sleep for a while. The door opened and Victor walked in followed by Elliot. Their face softened as they noticed the figure sleeping on the couch. "She is so cute." Elliot said. "E bellissimo." Victor added. The men sat quietly in the office watching her sleep. Victor noticed her bag looked so old, the colour was fading it looked like it had been patched too many times. The same condition with her coat, it looked so old like she has been wearing it for a long time. They exchanged looks and silently agreed on one thing. Getting her new stuffs. Kayla woke up and was shocked to see the three men in the office. "You are awake." Elliot said with a smile. "I am so sorry that I fell asleep."Kayla apologised sitting up. "It's okay, let's begin." Alistair told her. Alistair turned to look at the soft flower, only to find her staring at him, her eyes showing all her emotions. They were over the roof, but he could see the most obvious one: confusion. He knew what she was confused about, but he decided to give it more time. He didn’t want for him and his brothers to scare her off. She needs more time to understand what she’s feeling. “Okay, what’s the problem?” he asked and leaned down a bit to look at her notes. Her hands slightly shook and she got a whiff of his manly cologne. It smelled really nice. She told him what she didn’t understand and showed him her notes. He was actually impressed. All of them were. She was speaking so naturally and maturely. Her notes were organized and the most important. Alistair got to explaining and Kayla took down notes, asking questions in between. The men piped in a few times, giving her another point of view to consider when writing and doing homework, which actually really helped. Two hours passed and they were finally done. Kayla was happy and disappointed at the same time. She didn’t want to leave. she actually felt free and not judged sitting with them. She was happy to leave the room. she was feeling suffocated sitting in the same room as them. She needed a break. a breather. Zipping up her bag, she was finally done packing up her stuff and ready to leave. She was happy until she remembered that she had work. Her mood dampened. and the men noticed. Elliot was the one who spoke up. "Where are you going to now?" He asked. "The cafe. I work there on weekdays." Kayla replied. "Good, we will be there for more tasty treats made by you." He told her. Kayla smiled and excused herself, walking out of the office as the brothers stared at her.Kayla was busy baking in the kitchen. She was the only one alone in the kitchen, her favorite coworkers, Lucas and Alessandro were not around making her alone with Madeline, the one who always bullies her. Today's pastries were simple and easy to make so Kayla got to work immediately. Kayla concentrated on kneading the dough, her hands moving skillfully as she toiled in quiet. The inviting aroma of butter and vanilla permeated the air, fostering a cozy ambiance—an environment that was swiftly interrupted by Madeline's arrival. "For once, you're actually doing something correctly," Madeline mocked, resting against the counter with her arms folded. Kayla inwardly sighed but chose not to reply. She had realized long ago that interacting with Madeline only worsened the situation. Rather, she went on molding the dough, resolved to disregard her. Madeline, on the other hand, was not someone to be overlooked. She approached nearer, her pointed nails clicking on the counter. "It mu
The King brothers strolled into the mall, their eyes scanning the bustling surroundings as they silently agreed on a single mission—get what Kayla needed. While they were used to extravagant shopping trips filled with luxury items for themselves or gifts for business acquaintances, this time felt different. It was personal. They wanted to spoil her. But not too much. Kayla was quiet, reserved, and they could tell she wasn’t the type to accept lavish gifts easily. If they overwhelmed her, there was a chance she might retreat, and the last thing they wanted was to push her away. “We’ll keep it simple,” Victor said, his deep voice steady. “But thoughtful.” Alistair nodded. “Agreed. Let’s each pick out something useful for her.” Without further discussion, they split up, each brother heading to a different section of the store. Victor walked confidently toward the shoe section, his keen gaze inspecting the orderly shelves. The aroma of new leather permeated the atmosphere as h
Kayla paused at the doorway, her hand lingering on the shiny doorknob for a split second more than needed. She couldn’t understand why Victor had summoned her to his office, yet she was unable to dispel the sense of dread that lodged itself deep within her stomach. Had she committed a mistake? She searched her mind, but nothing surfaced. Drawing a deep breath, she finally knocked on the door. "Come in." a deep voice said behind the closed door. Kayla took another deep breath and opened the door. The large office was tastefully decorated, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows that let the late afternoon sunlight fill the space with a cozy ambiance. Nonetheless, the view that met her caused her to hesitate. All three brothers of King were present. Victor leaned against the desk, arms casually crossed, yet his gaze remained keen and steady. Alistair rested against the wall with relaxed assurance, his blue eyes observing her intently, while Elliott perched on the edge of the leather co
Kayla walked into her dorm room, her hands filled with the bags of stuffs the king brothers bought for her. She placed them all on her bed, still reeling from the shock of it all. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric of a coat and traced the shiny surface of a silver flat shoe, her mind swirling with questions. Why did they buy all this for her? Did they pity her? Did they care? Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Kayla turned to the mirror. Her hair was a little rough, the cornrows she’d made a few days ago starting to come undone. She sighed and carefully loosened the braids, letting her thick curls fall freely around her face. It was too late to redo them now. She grabbed her glasses and purse, ready to go to the café. She wasn’t ready to face Madeline again, but at least there she’d be too busy to dwell on her thoughts. Or even focus on Madeline. Ten minutes later, Kayla arrived at the café, slipping in through the back door. The familiar scent of coffee and fresh pas
Madeline's eyes widened with fear at her situation and the dark look on the faces of the men in front of her. "Why am I here?" She asked whimpering. "Hurting someone that is dear to us." Alistair said, lighting a new cigarette. "I never hurt anyone, I don't know who you are talking about." She said, her voice filled with fear. "Kayla." Eliot said. Alistair exhaled a long stream of smoke, his eyes never leaving Madeline's trembling form. He leaned down to look right into her eyes. "Don't play dumb, she may not have told us all you did to her but the ones we saw. You are going to be very sorry." he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I didn't mean to." Madeline cried. Before she could finish, Victor backhanded her with a hard and brutal force. The sound of his hand meeting her cheek echoed through the room."Lies, if you are not here, you will see want to do the same thing over and over again." Elliot said. He stepped away from her to a table that contained lot of equipment, skimmi
After her classes for the day, Kayla left to the Kings brothers' office. She knocked on the door and it was opened from inside, by Elliot. "Kayla, good to see you again." he said with a smile that Kayla couldn't help but reciprocate. "Good afternoon, Professor King."She said. Elliot did not like that, he could wait for when she would call him by his name. She walked in to see Alistair sitted behind a desk while Victor was sitting on a sofa and Elliot joined him. "You asked to see me, Professor King?" Kayla directed her question toward Alistair, who gave her a nod. "Yes, take a seat, Kayla," Alistair said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. Kayla sat down, smoothing her hands over her jeans as she tried to ignore the intense gaze of all three brothers. She could feel their eyes on her, studying her quietly. It made her stomach flutter, though she couldn’t quite figure out why. Alistair leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening just a bit. "How are you liking y
Kayla looked at the ancient looking building in front of her as her nerves got the best of her. Her heart was beating wilding like it was going to jump out of her chest. People were glancing at her left and right, and she knew why, her eyes. She has heterochromia, but her eyes were not the usual heterochromia mix, like blue and green or brown and a more natural colour. One of her eyes was silver, almost light in colour that her eyeball looked completely white. Her other eye was a light violet in colour. The colours of her eyes contrast against her brown skin, making them stand out the more. She always make use of glasses to tone down the colour but it is still noticeable. She brushed her hair to cover her face, her hair was a natural virgin hair that sat full and large on her head making her look smaller. Kayla always love music and learnt to play a lot of instruments by herself in a music store close to the orphanage where she grew up. That is why she always wanted to stud
Victor King entered the lecture hall, his suitcase in his left hand, his expensive Italian shoes clicking against the floor gaining the attention of every person in the hall. The noise in the hall quietened as everyone stared at him but he did not look at any one of them, walking down to his desk, he placed the suitcase on it before finally turning around. He leaned on the desk, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows exposing his tattoos and bulging muscles. Some of the ladies in the hall squealing at the sight. He looked at each and everyone of them, not saying a word. Until his golden brown eyes met with a mismatched ones. From the description his brother has mentioned, this is the girl that had him distracted. She looked so small in the sea of other students, her big glasses sitting on her button nose only made her look even more cute. Her black full hair fanned around her face like some sort of halo. 'She is so beautiful. And perfect.' he thought, now he see why his brothe
After her classes for the day, Kayla left to the Kings brothers' office. She knocked on the door and it was opened from inside, by Elliot. "Kayla, good to see you again." he said with a smile that Kayla couldn't help but reciprocate. "Good afternoon, Professor King."She said. Elliot did not like that, he could wait for when she would call him by his name. She walked in to see Alistair sitted behind a desk while Victor was sitting on a sofa and Elliot joined him. "You asked to see me, Professor King?" Kayla directed her question toward Alistair, who gave her a nod. "Yes, take a seat, Kayla," Alistair said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. Kayla sat down, smoothing her hands over her jeans as she tried to ignore the intense gaze of all three brothers. She could feel their eyes on her, studying her quietly. It made her stomach flutter, though she couldn’t quite figure out why. Alistair leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening just a bit. "How are you liking y
Madeline's eyes widened with fear at her situation and the dark look on the faces of the men in front of her. "Why am I here?" She asked whimpering. "Hurting someone that is dear to us." Alistair said, lighting a new cigarette. "I never hurt anyone, I don't know who you are talking about." She said, her voice filled with fear. "Kayla." Eliot said. Alistair exhaled a long stream of smoke, his eyes never leaving Madeline's trembling form. He leaned down to look right into her eyes. "Don't play dumb, she may not have told us all you did to her but the ones we saw. You are going to be very sorry." he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I didn't mean to." Madeline cried. Before she could finish, Victor backhanded her with a hard and brutal force. The sound of his hand meeting her cheek echoed through the room."Lies, if you are not here, you will see want to do the same thing over and over again." Elliot said. He stepped away from her to a table that contained lot of equipment, skimmi
Kayla walked into her dorm room, her hands filled with the bags of stuffs the king brothers bought for her. She placed them all on her bed, still reeling from the shock of it all. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric of a coat and traced the shiny surface of a silver flat shoe, her mind swirling with questions. Why did they buy all this for her? Did they pity her? Did they care? Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Kayla turned to the mirror. Her hair was a little rough, the cornrows she’d made a few days ago starting to come undone. She sighed and carefully loosened the braids, letting her thick curls fall freely around her face. It was too late to redo them now. She grabbed her glasses and purse, ready to go to the café. She wasn’t ready to face Madeline again, but at least there she’d be too busy to dwell on her thoughts. Or even focus on Madeline. Ten minutes later, Kayla arrived at the café, slipping in through the back door. The familiar scent of coffee and fresh pas
Kayla paused at the doorway, her hand lingering on the shiny doorknob for a split second more than needed. She couldn’t understand why Victor had summoned her to his office, yet she was unable to dispel the sense of dread that lodged itself deep within her stomach. Had she committed a mistake? She searched her mind, but nothing surfaced. Drawing a deep breath, she finally knocked on the door. "Come in." a deep voice said behind the closed door. Kayla took another deep breath and opened the door. The large office was tastefully decorated, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows that let the late afternoon sunlight fill the space with a cozy ambiance. Nonetheless, the view that met her caused her to hesitate. All three brothers of King were present. Victor leaned against the desk, arms casually crossed, yet his gaze remained keen and steady. Alistair rested against the wall with relaxed assurance, his blue eyes observing her intently, while Elliott perched on the edge of the leather co
The King brothers strolled into the mall, their eyes scanning the bustling surroundings as they silently agreed on a single mission—get what Kayla needed. While they were used to extravagant shopping trips filled with luxury items for themselves or gifts for business acquaintances, this time felt different. It was personal. They wanted to spoil her. But not too much. Kayla was quiet, reserved, and they could tell she wasn’t the type to accept lavish gifts easily. If they overwhelmed her, there was a chance she might retreat, and the last thing they wanted was to push her away. “We’ll keep it simple,” Victor said, his deep voice steady. “But thoughtful.” Alistair nodded. “Agreed. Let’s each pick out something useful for her.” Without further discussion, they split up, each brother heading to a different section of the store. Victor walked confidently toward the shoe section, his keen gaze inspecting the orderly shelves. The aroma of new leather permeated the atmosphere as h
Kayla was busy baking in the kitchen. She was the only one alone in the kitchen, her favorite coworkers, Lucas and Alessandro were not around making her alone with Madeline, the one who always bullies her. Today's pastries were simple and easy to make so Kayla got to work immediately. Kayla concentrated on kneading the dough, her hands moving skillfully as she toiled in quiet. The inviting aroma of butter and vanilla permeated the air, fostering a cozy ambiance—an environment that was swiftly interrupted by Madeline's arrival. "For once, you're actually doing something correctly," Madeline mocked, resting against the counter with her arms folded. Kayla inwardly sighed but chose not to reply. She had realized long ago that interacting with Madeline only worsened the situation. Rather, she went on molding the dough, resolved to disregard her. Madeline, on the other hand, was not someone to be overlooked. She approached nearer, her pointed nails clicking on the counter. "It mu
The King brothers were sitting in their office waiting for Elijah. Elijah is the right hand man of the brothers and the only person that they have trusted all their lives since they became Mafia Kings. They were already getting impatient. "Call him." Alistair said to Elliot, agitated. Just then, someone knocked on the door. The door opened and the person they were expecting came in. Elijah was a very big man, standing at about 6'3", he was even taller than the brothers who are 6'0". He hardly wears suit and prefers to be comfortable in combat outfits or joggers and hoodie like he is wearing at the moment. He hardly talked and sometimes always mistaken to be mute by other people. "You took your time to show up." Victor said to Elijah, who merely shrugged as he took his seat. He placed a file each in front of the three of them. "There is nothing much about her, I'm still investigating more but I brought this for you guys." Elijah explained. Victor opened his file first and his
Kayla got to the bakery. This time she was the only one in, with the other girl that always insulted her. Her only companions, Alessandro and Lucas were not around. She quietly got into the kitchen and began to work. The day had a theme of fruit pastries so she planned to make Apple Turnovers, Berry Danish Pastries, Lemon Curd Tartlets, Strawberry Cream Cheese Croissants, and Banana Nutella Turnovers. It was a lot of work but she got into it. Kayla tied her apron tightly around her waist, rolled up her sleeves, and began setting out the ingredients she needed. The kitchen was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of her utensils. It felt almost peaceful, even if she was dreading the inevitable snide remarks from her coworker. She started with the apple turnovers, peeling and chopping the apples into neat, even pieces. She worked methodically, letting the soothing routine of baking calm her nerves. As the cinnamon and sugar mixture coated the apples,
Kayla tried to be as fast as possible to get ready for her class. How she slept through her alarm, she has no idea. When she finally finished getting ready, she grabbed her bag which thankfully she had organised last night and left the room, locking the door behind her. She ran down the stairs and once outside,began to sprint, she probably had like five more minutes before the class starts. Not like she will get there on time, but she does not want to be too late. She ran faster, hitting and bumping into different people, apologies flew out of her lips without even stopping. She finally arrived in front of the big door, breathing heavily, she grabbed the handle and went in. The people in the hallway were less, meaning she was so late. Everyone is inside already. Not looking ahead, she bumped into something hard, the force pushing her few steps backwards but a muscular arm wrapped around her to steady her. She looked up to see who she had bumped into and her eyes widened as the