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2025-01-27 23:12:12The 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.
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