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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Vivamus, Moriendum Est. Let us live, since we must die.
―✧˖° ♛ °˖✧―
Bridget Kingston
Mom hosted family dinners every Sunday evening, a comforting start to the week. She would spend all day cooking, and if Callan wasn't on shift or too exhausted, he'd help her. Louis or I would make dessert. Harley and Elian, useless in the kitchen, were excused.
Friends, partners, and acquaintances sometimes joined us, their faces changing from week to week. Some dinners had over a dozen people, others only a handful. But tonight, for the first time in months, it was just the six of us—Mom, my four older brothers, and me.
I had missed this, though I was already regretting saying I wanted all my brothers home at the same time.
"You're so annoying," I groaned, rolling my eyes at Elian, my youngest older brother. He sat at the counter, typing furiously on his laptop as if I didn't exist. "It would take you thirty seconds."
Without looking up, Elian replied in a robotic tone, clearly absorbed in whatever he was doing. "That's cool."
"Elian!" My voice cracked with frustration. I had been begging him to open the jar for five minutes.
"What's wrong, princess?" Harley strolled into the kitchen with his usual cocky smirk.
"Open this," I demanded, thrusting the jar toward him, hoping at least one of my brothers would be useful.
"Is that how we ask for things, Bri?" Harley teased, eyebrows raised.
"No, but I guess I can't make cobbler tonight," I sighed dramatically.
Before I could finish my sentence, Harley twisted the lid off effortlessly, drawing Elian's attention from his laptop. Both of them smirked like they'd won some silent victory.
I had imbeciles for brothers, truly.
I resumed making the cobbler—one of their favorite desserts, something they begged for every time they were home. In Elian's case, he begged for it all the time. He and I were the only ones still living at home, while the others had moved out, building lives of their own. As much as I was proud of them, I missed the days when they were all just here.
I turned my back for two seconds to grab another bowl, and when I returned, Louis was sticking his fingers into the mixture.
"Louis!" I whined, swatting him away with a spoon. He just laughed, taking a seat beside Elian at the island.
"Why so serious, Princess?" Louis teased, his grin wide.
I was about to lose my patience entirely when my favorite brother, Callan, walked in.
