K-Brothers And The Little Maid

Kyler’s POV

“Am not taking down any fucking deal with you” I answered coldly as I smoked from my cigarette. It was some minutes past midnight, the perfect hour for my underground meetings.

“Then I’m afraid you’ll lose millions to us.” The old cow retorted “Look here kid, this is a butt-kicking game, not some High School football game. Am sorry we’re taking our millions of dollars back in addition to yours for declining our offer”

He concluded and quietly, I watched as he signaled one of his men to pack the bags of money from the table. The guard got over and made to pick one of the bags when I struck two of his fingers with my dagger, chopping them into halves. He yelped in pain as he held onto his hand which was already covered with blood.

“What the…” The man yelled out in shock then paused to look at me.

“Anyone else who touches the bag dies.” I thundered and watched them flinch. They were like chickens before me. I turned to my men and signaled them to pick up the bags which they did.

“What the fuck are you doing boy? That’s my money”

“I just didn’t come here to spill blood,” I said calmly, cleaning the blood stain on my dagger with my fingers. “Neither did I come to say too much. Am taking the goddamn bags”

I stood and straightened up.

“In case you’re forgetting, Am the smallest boy in this group and my decision is final. Does any fucking body have an objection to that huh?”

When no one said a word, I walked over to the old cow and used the blood on my finger to write a “K” on his forehead then I walked out intrepidly.

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Leigh-Ann’s POV

I stayed in the coffee room, preparing hot coffee as demanded by Kael. I was so nervous thinking of what had happened earlier with Tess. What if Kael has other plans except for hot coffee? Plans to send me away.

He rang me some minutes ago and said he needed a cup of hot coffee at the Northern part of the mansion and as I can recall, that was Kyler’s zone. The cold and heartless one as rumored.

After making the coffee, I placed it on a tray and made my way up the stairs. My hands shook but I tried hard to compose myself.

Kael had also instructed me to bring it to the North zone room. A place I never thought I’d step foot in.

On arrival, I met guards who stood at different points in the Zone, unlike Kael’s. They all had this hard look on their faces but notwithstanding, I decided to ask for help.

After I was given the directions, I started walking towards it with one of the guards following behind and found the door slightly opened. I walked into the room. It was dark and no one seemed to be there. I couldn’t even see a thing.

“Sir Kael?” I called out.

“Sir…”

I sighed and stood for some time. After what seemed like minutes, I turned to walk out when the lights went on revealing someone, which of course wasn’t Kael.

At least I’ve been here for a month and I’ve gotten to identify all the brothers. He stared coldly and I gulped nothing. I swear, I could feel my panties get wet just by his cold gaze, and Incase you’re wondering who it is, It’s Kyler.

He just stood shirtless with tattoos covering up his body. They were deadly images of which I couldn’t seem to trace any meaning from them. He had this killer body which got me drooling but not for long as my mind racked on. Where the fuck is Kael?

“Um… I’m sorry Sir but… Sir Kael demanded coffee here” I stuttered and lowered my head. He didn’t say a word and not knowing what to do, I decided to walk out. I was so scared and wished for nothing more than to leave immediately.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Am sorry sir, I’ll leave now” I walked to the door thanking my stars that he didn’t say a word but I think my stars didn’t help this time.

“I’ll love that coffee” He suddenly demanded coldly. I shivered and slowly retraced my steps to where he stood.

He took the coffee from the tray and I just prayed he didn’t empty the contents on my head cause I made it very hot as demanded.

“Who did you say asked for the coffee?” He asked, stirring the cup. I gulped hard before responding.

“Sir Kael”

He didn’t respond for some time and I was beginning to think he had nothing else to say. He wasn’t the type that said much and was more like a man of few but powerful words.

“You like posing where you’re not needed and it’s fucking irritating” Before I could apologize, I felt something hot on my hair. It burned my head to its roots and drained down to my body.

I shrieked and yelled in pain. Then in one word, he thundered “Get lost!”