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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'Carpe noctem.' Seize the night
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Reese Kingston
I loved New York.
I can sometimes take my city for granted—until I spent time away. Coming back was always like slipping into an old rhythm. The city never changed. Busy, noisy, crowded, and relentless. But it was home.
"You realise we're walking straight into an ambush, right?" My voice cut through the quiet of the SUV. He sat beside me in the back, his attention mostly fixed on his phone. One of our drivers had picked us up from the airport, and now we were heading to my grandfather's estate. We didn't usually live there, but with his recent illness, we had temporarily moved back in—just until things settled down.
"I know exactly what we're walking into, Reese." My father barely glanced up from his phone, his expression sharp but calm. Work was always buzzing on that device, no matter where we were.
There were many ways to describe my dad: protective, unyielding, and terrifying in his own way. But above all? A relentless workaholic.
"Do you, though?" I raised an eyebrow at him, my tone teasing yet challenging.
That got his full attention. He set the phone down and turned to me. "You don't think I do, star? My father underestimates me in my city. That's his mistake, not mine."
I bit my lip to suppress a grin. No one could match my father when it came to being one step ahead, I've been trying for years and hadn't yet outsmarted him. Somehow, my grandfather kept trying. It amazed me how he still underestimated the man sitting beside me—the most brilliant person I'd ever met, and I've been in rooms with some of the most influential people in the world.
"I'm just saying." I shrugged playfully, raising my hands in mock surrender. My dad shook his head, a small smile breaking through the usual sternness of his expression.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice softer now.
I shot him a sideways look, my exasperation evident. His face softened in response. "I'm just checking."
Ah yes, the most overprotective father in the world. We'd been stuck on the same plane for fourteen hours, and he still felt the need to ask.
"I'm fine," I grumbled, leaning against him, trying to hide my smirk. His hand moved to my hair, brushing it back in that gentle, protective way he always did. "I'll tell you if I'm not."
He laughed softly, his hand still moving through my hair. "No, you won't."
"No, I won't," I agreed, unable to hold back my grin this time. "At least you know that. But really, I'm fine. Tired, but it was a great trip. Thanks for bringing me with you."
