Controlled

Chapter One

"Emerald; it's time to wake up, Princess" My brothers voice called from outside my door. I yawned, stretching my limbs and rubbing my eyes.

"I'm up, Kye" I called back with a smile on my face. I loved my family with all my heart; they were all I had. Sure, my family wasn't perfect. Hell, we weren't even close. My father was the leader of the notoriously known gang called The Kings, and my 4 brothers were following in his footsteps. My eldest brother Kye was just as protective over me as my father. Boys were too scared to even look me in the eyes at school; they knew my brothers would be all over them. My second eldest brother Dylan was crazy, not to me of course; but if anyone angered him, it was a sight they would never forget. Dylan was just as protective over me as Dad and Kye. Thirdly, there were the twins Luke and Beau. They were my protectors at school; they followed me wherever I went and made sure no harm would come my way. Sure, now and then they would leave me be for a day, but I was still suffocated and to be completely honest, I loved it. I loved knowing I was safe and protected, I loved knowing I was cared for and loved. My family weren't the only ones that protected me, I'd be silly to think that. The whole gang protected me, the Seniors and the Juniors. I was the princess; the only female in a male dominated community.

"Em, babe? You getting ready?" Dylan asked, popping his head through my bedroom door. Dylan was tall and built. He had long dark hair that was messily kept with bright blue eyes that would always shine when he wasn't angry. He frowned when he saw I was still in bed.

"Erm, about to." I replied with a cheeky smile on my face. Dylan laughed, shaking his head. He came over to my bed and started jumping on it, sending me into a fit of giggles. In my brothers eyes, I could do no wrong.

"You are so cheeky, Miss Emerald." Dylan laughed between jumps. I was still giggling when he stopped, jumping off my bed and over to my wardrobe. "Wear this today. It's cold out, Princess." He laid the outfit on my bed, placing a kiss to my forehead before walking out my room.

"Thanks, Dyl!" I called after him.

I walked over to the clothes Dylan had laid out for me. My brothers always chose what clothes I wore; it was just part of their possessive, protective nature. I was always happy with what they chose; today I would be wearing black skinny jeans with a long-sleeved grey top and a denim vest, with a large brown coat over the top and my white converse. I quickly dressed and put perfume on. It was hard to decide which one to wear as many different bottles cluttered my bathroom sink; that was another thing, my family always spoiled me. I quickly brushed my long, straight brown hair and put it up into a high pony tail. My brothers didn't allow me to wear make-up if it wasn't for a special occasion. I finished brushing my teeth and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't really like what I saw; I had brown hair and dark brown eyes. My nose was small; my brothers loved it because it was 'cute'. My lips were a dark shade of pink; 'Hollywood' lips as I was told. My skin was pale and I had a natural blush permanently on my cheeks. I was quite short at only 5'3 and I was skinny. I didn't think it was rude to call myself skinny because it's what I am. All in all, I didn't think my brothers had much to worry about. I skipped out of the bathroom, back to my room. I grabbed my bag and phone and made my way down the stairs. Two of my Dad's Seniors were sitting in the lounge room; the tattooed crown on their arms showed they belonged in the gang. They smiled when they saw me; all the Seniors acted like my father.

"Good morning, Emmy" They both called as I walked past. I gave them both a big smile. They were both tall and built, if I didn't know them I'd be terrified. Their mouths were covered by their beards; their eyes were both a light shade of brown. They were brothers, anyone could tell.

"Good morning, Billy. Good morning Bob." I called as I walked into the kitchen. My brothers were seated around the kitchen table eating breakfast. My usual spot next to Kye had a plate of pancakes waiting for me. Kye was taller than the other boys, and with bigger muscles too. He had short dark hair that was spiked in different directions. He like Dylan had bright blue eyes. Tattoos danced on his skin, although the crown that signified his belonging to the group stood out. Everyone around this place was heavily tattooed, apart from the twins and I. The twins still had a tattoo of the crown though.

"Good morning everyone" I sang happily. They all smiled at me, returning their 'good mornings'. I took my seat next to Kye who slung his arm protectively around the back of my chair. I started to eat my pancake but only made it halfway before I was full.

"Where's Dad?" I asked Kye. His features hardened and he shared a look with Dylan before returning his focus to me.

"He's handling business, Em." He coldly replied. I nodded, I knew he didn't want anymore questions so I left the topic alone.

"Emmy, we have to head off if we're going to make it in time" Luke told me, rising from his seat. He was also tall, just an inch shorter than Dylan. He had dark hair that swept up into a fringe with dark blue eyes; Beau looked identical although his hair was a touch longer. Beau and I copied his actions. I kissed Kye and Dylan on the cheek before I left for school with Luke and Beau.

"Shotgun!" Beau called, running to the passenger side of Luke's car. I giggled, watching my brother run. We all slid into the car and buckled ourselves up. In no time we were at school. My father wanted me to be home schooled, but I refused; this was the one place where I wasn't surrounded by the gang. It was a place where I could become invisible and ignore the stares that came my way. We piled out of the car, grabbing our bags and heading to the entrance of the school. I was laughing and joking around with my brothers as we walked up the wet stairs that marked the entrance to the school. Luke and Beau walked either side of me; a sign that I was not to be touched. As soon as we entered the hall I could feel the eyes on me. I looked down, embarrassed. Girls would look at me with envy in their eyes; they were putty in my brothers hands. Girls were drawn to them; they were good looking and dangerous. One boys gaze fell on me for too long, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Luke.

"Don't fucking look at her mate!" He called to the boy, who quickly turned around. People were terrified of my family; they held the power. Me? I was just there to be protected. Luke's eyes were still trained on the boy; his nostrils were flared and his jaw clenched. Beau was standing in front of me, protectively shielding me.

"Luke, calm down. Please" I whispered, peering around Beau's large frame. Luke's eyes set on me and his face softened. Beau and Luke fell back into place walking next to me. Luke's arm was slung around my shoulder, warning others to stay away.

"I'm sorry, Emmy. It's not hard to picture what he's thinking though" He whispered in my ear. I pecked his cheek as a sign of comfort and he smiled.

"Em, they're not allowed to look at you, touch you or talk to you. Do you understand?" Beau asked from my other side. Beau was always much softer with me when it came to talking about boys. I think he understood it was hard for a teenage girl to be completely cut off from socializing.

"Completely" I replied, giving a smile to them both. They walked me to my locker, joking with me along the way. I loved the playful side of all my brothers; they could be so caring and loving. I put my bag away and got my books out for first period; Luke and Beau didn't take any books or anything to class. We had basically all our classes together, besides photography. They both said it was a girly subject and they refused to participate in taking photos. I didn't mind; I got once class with peace and quite. We walked into English together, taking our usual seats; Luke and Beau either side of me. Some of their friends were in this class so I was surrounded by testosterone. I would just sit there and smile, laughing at some of the jokes they would say. Otherwise I'd just completely ignore them; though I did hear them say something about new kids so I listened in.

"Yeah, they're new. Dunno their names, but." One of their friends, Jack informed.

"But people told me they've got devils tattooed on their arms" Another of their friends informed.

"What?! They're part of The Devils?!" Beau shouted. I jumped and turned to look at him, but his gaze was trained on his friends face. Luke looked livid next to me, putting his arm along the back of my chair as Kye had done this morning.

"Apparently, mate. I haven't seen for meself." The boy continued. Luke and Beau looked at each other with the same expression, then looked back to me.

"Em, I know I don't have to tell you this, but you cannot speak to anyone today. Not even girls. Understand?" Luke forcefully questioned. I nodded as an answer.

"I'm sixteen. I know the rules" I continued. They smiled before turning their attention back on their friends.

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