A classic cliche of the bad boy falling in love with the good girl, except with a jail sentence, mafia connections and a baby
Kade King has always wanted Kingsley, ever since they were kids, she's sweet, beautiful and innocent, the only person to e...
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Kade's POV
"Have a break, get me a coffee eh?" Dad teased "Don't you have people for that?" I sighed, standing up He looked at me, warning me away from a fight I chuckled, leaving the office I didn't care. Anything to get out of paperwork
I pulled my phone out as I walked to the elevator Stopping as I saw her name "Kins" I answered quickly Tell me to come over Tell me you forgive me
Tell me to fucking come and I will "Kade" she let out shakily "Kins? What's wrong?" I asked, stepping into the elevator and hitting the bottom floor "I... she..." she was hyperventilating
"Kingsley? Baby tell me what's wrong?" I asked, trying to remain calm "I can't I... she was here" she struggled out She?
"Who?" "A" she said panicked "I'm on my way alright?" I said "Lock the door and wait for me okay Kins?" I said, hearing no reply
Please fucking reply
Kingsley's POV
"O-okay" I mumbled, before the phone went dead I looked down. No charge Fuck. I tried to move, to get up and lock the door But I was stuck where I sat, a million thoughts racing through my mind
It was locked when I came home, how did she even get in? Why was she here? Kade said he sorted it
He... he told me I was safe The sound of the door opening shot a bolt through my body I pulled myself up, running to the bathroom and locking myself in
I waited. Trying to slow my breathing "Kingsley? You home?" Mom shouted I sighed, tears running down my cheeks "Kingsley?" "Y-yeah. I'm home" I called back, trying to control my voice
"Where's your father? I thought he was bringing you home?" She asked as I dried my eyes, looking at myself in the mirror Just stay calm. Be calm.
"Alex brought me back" I replied, pulling a plaster from the cabinet and putting it over my cheek "Why?" She asked
"He didn't show" I said, opening the door She was making tea, throwing me a smile when she saw me, before her face dropped "Are you okay? You look a little ill" she said worriedly "I'm fine... long day" I offered, plugging my phone in "What happened to your cheek?" She asked
"Accident in design" I lied. Lies and lies It's all that came out of my mouth anymore
"Did your dad say why he wasn't coming?" She asked "No" I shook my head Worries filled me What if they got to him?
