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Blanes kingdom:
Blane Kingston:

You know one thing that gets under my skin?

Lairs.

There's only one thing promised in life: death.

Not trust or companionship.

So you have to build trust and rely as nothing is promised.

So when you put your faith in someone and they disappoint, it annoys the living shit out of me.

I'm in the Kings warehouse, where all the drugs are kept, the weapons are traded and where all the fun happens.

Fun meaning torture.

Which is what I'm doing right now.

Marcus Lombardi- 22

A guard who dared to betray my trust.

"Any final words?" Cade asks and he points a gun to his head.

"Plea-"

Bang. Bang.

"Sorry didn't hear that" he mumbled and threw the gun to the floor.

Mental motherfucker.

I swear he is even more crazier then me.

He finds fun in torture.

However I find fun in physical pain.

That sounds just as bad.

"Clean this up" I said to one of the guards and walked out to my car.

"Club at nine?" Cade shouts.

I put a thumbs up in response.

It's become routine to go to the Kings Club every night for Cade. He is a sex addict.

I join him every few days to get laid or to check up on business.

Other then that Cade is in charge of the club.

My main empire is the trades and the drugs.

My brother Junior is in charge of the illegal races and carnivals.

My sister Arya is in charge of events.

Everything else is me or Cade.

I drove for about fifteen minutes to the house and walked into my parents residence.

I gave my mom and sister a kiss on the cheek then walked into the backyard to make my way to my residence.

"Speak of the devil" I heard an annoying voice whisper.

"Lyla looks there's a dog there" I said knowing she has the biggest fear of dogs.

She let out a really loud scream and jumped up onto the kitchen counter.

"AHH BLANE" my cousin Madeline jumped up onto the counter too.

"Silly bitch" I shouted and walked off into my room.

Lyla Romano.

She is the brattiest, most stuck up, self centred bitch ever.

She's Cade's little sister which really sucks because she's around too much.

Me and her have never gotten along.

She broke my pinky finger once, so I broke her arm. She burnt my files, so I burnt her room. She slapped me, so I chocked her.

Me and her are the epitome of forced proximity.

If I could kill her with no consequences, I wouldn't waste even a millisecond to hesitate.

It's a shame, all that beauty gone to waste.

Madeline and Arya and Ayla all have a slight attitude but this girl is straight up rude and thinks everything she asks for will come to her.

This is uncle Masons fault.

I was on the way to my bedroom when I caught Ayla  in Cade's room.

I slowly crept up on her and wrapped a hand around her mouth.

"I don't think snooping is very appropriate, do you Ayla" she dropped her shoulders once she heard it was me.

She dropped something on the floor which drew my attention.

Oh god.

I let her go and picked up Cade's boxers.

I held them up to her face "Seriously?" Her face turned a pale shade of red and she pursed her lips.

Everyone knew she has a large crush on Cade but snooping through his stuff and stealing his briefs???

Insane.

"Whats going on?" I heard Cade's voice from behind, Ayla's eyes flashed with worry and she turned pale.

"I'll let you do the honour" I said and handed the boxers to Cade.

She needs to be confronted over her crazy obsession and best way is by Cade doing it.

"Laundry" she shouted and ran of and came up behind me.

"Why would you do that for?" She said sounding pissed, "Your a child, you shouldn't be obsessing over someone who's nearly thirty"

I'm not wrong and even if she wasn't a child I still wouldn't accept, she is an innocent girl and he is a rough fuck boy.

I walked into my room and stripped, heading towards the shower.

I let the water run through my body as I reminisce in my thoughts.