Controlled

Chapter Eight

"You think you can remember?" Dylan questioned me with a slight edge in his tone.

My brothers had decided the best way to win this war was to play Harry's own game, basically meaning I couldn't let him know I was scared of him. I would still be going to school as I normally would, acting as I normally would and being as I normally would. I knew this plan was going to backfire. Harry wanted me and my brothers were basically handing me over on a silver platter. They had a plan, though. A plan that I couldn't know about because technically, I'm 'not a King'. I mean, sure my last name is King, but as I've said, my father and brothers are part of the gang; I'm not. The boys had just finished lecturing me on fighting techniques. A knee to the groin, a kick to the stomach and a fast pair of legs to get away from Harry.

"Yes, sir!" I mocked a soldier, posing as they would and everything. Luke and Beau found it entertaining, but stifled their laughs after Kye sent them a hostile glare.

"Emerald, now is not the time to be cheeky." Kye playfully warned. He tries very hard not to raise his voice to me; he knows I hate anger and violence.

"Sorry, Kye." I apologized like a child who had just been scolded for eating the last cookie. Kye pulled me in for a hug, and soon all my brothers joined in. A cough from the doorway pulled us apart.

My father stood proudly, flanked by two large males who I recognized to be Billy and Bob. This was the first time I had properly seen my Dad in months; he was always busy with 'business'. His usually dark blue eyes were bright, watching as his sons protected his darling Emerald. I knew I was Daddy's little Princess; everyone knew it. Slowly my father made his way towards me with his two bodyguards following. He soon stood tall and proud in front of me, his blue eyes glimmering in the light; he smiled down at me and stroked my cheek gently.

"My Princess" He lovingly whispered, bending down from his towering height and engulfing me in a hug. I had missed my father so much, I hugged back as tightly as I possibly could.

"Hi Daddy" I murmured back, my voice muffled by my fathers chest. Father pulled away to greet my brothers, giving them each a loving hug, though none were as long as ours.

"I'm guessing Princess is going to school?" Father questioned Kye. He very rarely called me by my full name; it was always Princess or Emmy.

"Correct. We already taught her some fighting moves" Kye informed Dad. Father smiled proudly at Kye and I knew he would have handled the situation the same way.

"You weren't going to leave without some form of protection, were you?" Dad asked me. I looked back at him puzzled, though my questions were answered as he pulled out a small, feminine handgun.

"No no no. No way." I argued though I knew it was no use.

"Please, Princess. It'll give me some peace of mind." He retaliated. He even pulled out the puppy dog look, just so I would take it with my own consent. I sighed, hesitantly taking the small gun from my fathers hands.

"What am I meant to do with it now?" My brothers and father looked at me like I was completely oblivious to everything.

"Strap it to your leg, silly!' Dylan answered, rolling his eyes.

"How do I do that, genius " I snapped back, upset that they all thought I was stupid. I wasn't stupid, I just wasn't used to anything to do with the criminal lifestyle.

Dad pulled out a small piece of elastic from his leather jacket, handing it to me.

"Slide this on your leg, all the way up to your thigh. Then put the small gun in the elastic, so it's held in place." Father informed me as I followed his instructions.

'So that's why Kye made me wear a dress today. Easy access to a gun.' I thought to myself, internally sighing. I was quite surprised with how sturdy and comfortable the gun felt against my leg; I could barely feel it. I was struggling with my stomach the more I thought about it though. I hated anything to do with murder or violence and here I was standing with a gun strapped against my leg.

"How does it feel, babe?" Luke quizzed, knowing I would be feeling sick with the thought of a gun.

"I can barely feel it... I just don't like the idea." I honestly answered. Kye wrapped a comforting, yet protective arm around my small shoulders.

"I know babe, but it's for your own safety. Okay?" Kye encouraged, squeezing my shoulders in support. I gave a reassuring nod in reply.

"Well Princess, we best be off." Father said, picking my school bag up from the floor and swinging it around his shoulders.

"You're taking me to school, Daddy?" I asked ecstatic. Dad rarely got time to do anything for me, so this was a big deal.

"Sure am, Emmy." He smiled comfortingly.

"You know, for a man who's notoriously known for being rough, you're a big softy." I joked to my father, receiving a chorus of laughs from the males in the room.

"Am not!" Dad playfully argued back, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door as I said goodbye to my brothers.

"She's got a point, Boss" Billy joked with my father. He just laughed and shook his head; he was always happy around his family.

We piled into Dad's overly expensive BMW. Billy was driving, Bob sat in the passenger seat and Father and I were seated in the backseat, enjoying the little time we got to spend with one another. After no time we arrived at my school, for my second (but really first) day. After saying my goodbyes to everyone in the car, I walked into the school hallway. As soon as I entered I felt all eyes on me; they were obviously still scared from what happened yesterday. In fact no boys were looking in my direction, apart from four boys who stood out taller than the others. They were all well built and all stood watching me with confidence. One boy had short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes; he seemed kind though I wouldn't want to cross his bad side. The boy standing next to him had short -almost shaved- brown hair and big warm brown eyes; he seemed like the mature one out of the group. Standing next to him was a boy again with brown hair, though his swept over his forehead in a sort of side fringe, his bright blue eyes were staring at me with mischief; he scared me though he did look playful. Next to him stood a boy with exceptional black hair that swooped upwards in a quiff with a single stand of blonde in it. His eyes were a deep, dark black and he looked like the smallest thing would set him off. As a whole, they terrified me. I kept my head down as I walked to my allocated locker, taking my books out and scurrying off to my first period, hoping to make it there this time.

"Yeah, that's her for sure." I overheard a voice talking to his friend. They were standing around the corner and I didn't dare look to see who they were.

"She's fit for a King, isn't she?" His friend replied back, a hint of awe in his tone. The boy who spoke first chuckled in reply.

"She is, but she's still a King." He coldly replied back.

I rolled my eyes after hearing them walk away. People always judged me for my surname, they automatically linked me with the gang. It's the price I have to pay I suppose. I loved my family and I wouldn't change who I am for the world. I huffed in annoyance and started on my way to class. I didn't get very far before an arm snaked itself around my waist and pulled me back into a familiar chest. I sighed in annoyance, not even bothering to struggle in his grip.

"What do you want, Harry?" I asked, annoyance lacing every word I spoke. He chucked dryly; I could feel his chest vibrate.

"You already know what I want, Love." He spoke into my neck, trailing a few kisses along my shoulder. "I want you."

"Your actions last night weren't very nice, Styles." I coldly spoke only to receive another chuckle for an answer. His hand wondered up my thigh and to the inside of my dress. My breathing hitched in my throat as his hand came into contact with the cool metal gun strapped to my leg. He laughed coldly again, sending vibrations down my spine.

"Well well well, Princess. That isn't very nice, either."

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I wrote this over the last 2 days. Just kept forgetting to upload. Sorry!

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