Locatlie: The Past. (Book 2)

Chapter 2

Julia P.O.V

I opened my eyes and they hurt way too much so I closed them again and took some deep breaths. It had been an immensely hectic week. I turned around in my bed, expecting to be able to cuddle to one of my three husbands. I had no idea in which bed I was though. After the Gotar drama, we went to the house, but I fell asleep on the back of Hugo. I let out a small breath and inhaled, and I smelled Hugo's cologne and I reached out for him. But he wasn't laying here and I whined at that. I sat up and stretched my arms, my eyes still closed. I rubbed my eyes for a very long time before opening them and my nose had not betrayed me; I was in Hugo's room. I stood up and walked up towards his closet and grabbed a sweater of his. I walked towards the main living room area and the six kings were sitting there talking and I looked at my three husbands one by one.

On the head of the table sat the eldest, William. He was the king of Domestic issues and the leader king. This basically meant that he would take into consideration what his brothers Trevor and Hugo said, and made a decision if they hadn't already. He had veto power. He was very serious and was known around the world for not showing any emotion; he had the best pokerface in the whole entire world. His brown curls went all over the place, but they didn't hang over his perfect green eyes. He had a slightly too large nose for his face. But he was perfect. Our relationship was the most stable one out of my three relationships. We didn't have explosive fights or discussions; we were just stable. He was immensely loving and serious, and yet his laugh made my heart skip a beat.

On the left of him sat the second brother, Hugo. He was the king of international relations. He would go to different countries for trade deals, or to intimidate them into doing his bidding. He was immensely manipulative and his special 'talent' was that he could basically read people's minds. This came in handy with international dealings. His brown curls were neatly styled away from his oval face. His brown eyes, which almost all the Locatlie men had, were staring at me now. His eyes, his perfect brown eyes, was my favourite thing in the world. His brown eyes were my favourite colour. But then again Hugo was one of my favourite people in the world. We just clicked; we had an insane sexual chemistry. But it was mainly because we didn't have to communicate with any words, he could read me like a children's book and I could read him in the same way. I mentally described our relationship as if we were in the honeymoon faze, while Will and I were an old married couple. We were great, Hugo was great.

On the Right of William was the third and probably most terrifying brother; Trevor. He was the king of Security. His job was to torture people and get blackmail information so that his brothers could do his job. He was great at his job, I had been visiting him here in Gotar jail for the past days, curious as to what he did, and he was absolutely great at his job and he loved it. That was the most terrifying and yet attractive thing about him; he loved hurting people. Apart from me. Apart from his facial structure, he did not look a lot like his brothers. He looked exactly like his father, Lucas. He had blonde curly hair that went all over the place and he didn't even bother to style it and his eyes, o his eyes. He had light blue eyes that could look through your soul and scare you shitless. He was the biggest out of all of his brothers, he was very intimidating, but he was perfect for me. I always mentally saw our relationship as two high school sweethearts, we had the same sense of humour, we understood and respected on another, and above all loved one another. He was equally as obsessed with me as I was with him, even though that didn't click. WE already had a shouting match or two and things would fly then, but we would always make up.

My three husbands were my favourite people in this world, even if we had only been married for six weeks, and only known each other for eleven. I felt like I knew them better than I knew myself; but then again that was the truth. I knew barely anything about myself, until a couple of days ago when I found out that my parents were part of the most powerful families in the united states. Which family I didn't know, and even though I really wanted to know because I wanted to go back home, these three men were slowly forcing themselves into my heart. I couldn't live without them. If I was with Trevor here in Gotar, I missed Hugo and William like crazy, and vice versa. Last week Hugo was away for a foreign trip and it felt absolutely shitless. The idea that I had to live without the three of them, it made me want to puke and my body read my mind and it came up. I ran past them towards the trashcan that was here and I puked my guts out.