The Kingston's were always more than a family.
They were a dynasty-ruling New York from the shadows, with power flowing through their veins for generations. Nothing happened in their city without their knowledge or control. It was a legacy of power...
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'Resurgam' I shall rise
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Third Person's POV
Vaughn Kingston had developed a sixth sense over his lifetime, the ability to know when things were about to go wrong.
It was a useful ability to have in a house where he was the oldest of five boys, well now six boys and one girl but the twins were barely newborns so they didn't count yet, Bridget did nothing but sleep and cry all day and Beckett was still in the hospital despite being six months old.
The uneasiness he was feeling was different this time, it wasn't due to the chaos his younger brothers would be causing, or like the feeling he got when his mother went into labour. It was different.
As he walked through his family's estate, it felt calmer than it normally did, like nobody was there. That alone was worrying; the Kingston estate was never quiet.
He quickened his steps, looking for anybody. He needed to make sure they were all okay, with the anxiety he was feeling it was better to check up and double-check everyone was okay like he had made sure when they had left for school this morning.
Vaughn Kingston had watched four of his brothers head to school. Only Elian, who was only three, had stayed at home with his mother, but he had tagged along with their mother and Bridget to fetch them from school.
Vaughn flicked his watch to make sure he had the right time in his head, he had spent all morning with his youngest brother who had been unable to leave the hospital due to a defect in his heart when he was born, he would only be allowed to leave the hospital once he had received a surgery to fix the defect, the surgery was in the next few weeks and even though he would never admit it to anyone Vaughn was nervous for the outcome of his youngest siblings surgery, but he wouldn't say it to anyone, he was the oldest and he would be the one all the younger boys would look to if he was anxious they would pick up on it and it would only serve to stress his parents out more than they already were.
Vaughn had been right, it was time for his younger brothers to be home from school, his brows furrowed in confusion, walking to his father's office. He knocks twice before entering even though he hasn't been told to enter yet.
Vincent Kingston wasn't sitting behind his desk like he normally was. Instead, he was sitting on one of the couches spread about the room. Normally, they were reserved for him and his siblings when they wanted to bother their father while he worked, but instead, his father sat there hunched with a letter in his hands.
"Dad?" Vaughn asked, trying to catch the attention of his father. Vincent almost jumped when he heard the voice of his oldest child.
"Vaughn," Vincent breathed out, almost like he couldn't believe his son was standing in front of him. This confused Vaughn, as he and his father had seen each other a couple of hours ago at breakfast.
