What's the difference between New York and England? The difference was two weeks, one funeral, one Will reading, and appointed guardianship to an uncle I never knew existed. My parent's graves had barely been covered in dirt before I was told I was moving from New York to England, a foreign country, and beginning a life with an uncle I'd only met twenty-four hours beforehand. Plot twist, he has three sons. Thomas, Grayson, and Xander. One blood related and two sinfully beautiful foster cousins. Thomas was blood. He protected me like a brother would. Grayson was the golden boy who was all in to show me how good he could treat me, or not. Then there was Xander. Dark, brooding, covered in leather and ink. Daring and untouchable with a vendetta to make me hurt. I was never one to play with fire, but never leave a broken girl with matches. In their world, you play by their rules. They're the kings in the Kingdom. ⠀