All Chapters of Her Three Kings: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dante King “Come on dude it’s not that big of a fucking deal” I say on a chuckle as I slap Damien on the back. I’d come home last night half baked and more then a little tipsy an craved something savory to eat as a way to help cure my munchies… only it didn’t go as planned and I made a huge fucking mess out of Damien’s cleaner the an operating room kitchen. “How the fuck did you get cheese all the to the back door” Damitri ask while laughing his ass off. I shrug and start washing the dishes. It’s been six months since we moved out of our dad’s place and into our own. We made the choice to become independent and try to stay away from our family legacy. Being the sons of a less then legal family enterprise has made us more vigilante of our surroundings and given us a whole new view on what we want as way of living our lives with out having to constantly worry if we’re going to be kidnapped, killed or who knows what else. The Lopez family has always ran or swam with big fish and e

DuraniThere's know fucking why he was even looking at me right? Was I laughing to loud?Did I snort? A million questions dance around in my head as I continue to stare at the table."Hey D you okay you don't look so good” Liam asks as he touches my forehead with his clammy hand “I bet it was that sandwich, who knows when they made that thing" I tune out Liam's rant while I gather my trash."I, I've got to um, go so I'll see you after school k" I say as I stand from my seat and all but bolt out of the cafeteria.Sitting in last period I can feel Damitri's eyes on my every move.I try to ignore him, by talking to my classmate Kris who's been assigned as my partner, thankfully the project we've been given helps take my mind off of Damitri.Ever since lunch he’s seemed to have kept his penetrating gaze locked on me as if I’ve magnetically locked him in place.It’s unsettling n a way but thrilling in another.I'm standing at my locker gathering my stuff to head home when I feel someone

Damien KingI’m usually not he cal and collected one out of the three of us but almost all my self control went out the window when we were pulling into the school parking lot and some asshole almost crash's into my brothers car, not even paying attention."What the fuck" I hear Dante say from the back seat.I push myself to not pay the person any attention and go back to looking at my phone and the text I’d just received from Nancy Sanchez from my home room class asking if I was interested in a stress relief.I chuckle under my breath with a shake of my head then show Damitri the text once we pull into an empty spot.“Isn’t she the chick with the braces and pink highlights in her hair” I give a nod as confirmation then slide out the passenger seat.“She’s cute but nowhere near a six” Dante says as he looks at said girl who’s standing with a few other students near the bike rack.It's lunchtime and we're sitting in our usual spot joking and talking when all of a sudden Damitri gets up

Dante KingFuck this whole weekend crap. For once in my life I hated having a weekend away from school.School couldn't come fast enough we were all anxious to see her again.The angel that brought nothing but wet dreams that seemed to leave me with a permanent semi. We spent the whole weekend trying to find out who she was and where she lived. We even tucked tail and asked our uncle to help us out. That’s just how fucking desperate we were.Come Saturday morning the text we’d been waiting for finally came in.Durani Lopez: age 17lives at the address below 723 N Cypress Street.Which just so happens to be a few blocks from us just out side of our neighborhood.From what my uncle says she lives with her mom who's a drunk and low key drug user with a bad reputation on the streets and a debt that she’ll be lucky to pay off in this lifetime.My uncle tried to get more information on Durani but finding anything about her seemed to be a challenge because she kept to herself mostly from w

DuraniThe bell rings at the end of second period which means I have math next so I have to make a quick stop by my locker. I see something stuck to as I get closer to it, students walking by stop and look before walking off again, some stick around to take in what ever’s either stuck to it of written on it.The closer I get I start to see that there are Calla Lilly's typed all over my locker with a red envelope stuck in the center of a flower heart.Carful not to damage the stems I start taking the flowers off my locker, looking around I try to see who could have put them here but don't see anyone who looks at all interested in what's going on. I assume that who ever left these beautiful flowers must have done it anonymously.It’s sets something almost uneasy but wonderful at the same time off in my stomach with a flurry of emotions and butterflies. I take the envelope off my locker and open it, there's a white card inside so I pull it out and in beautiful writing read what it sa