“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Arthur laughs as I walk into the office at the back of the Cage. I slam the door shut, and walk across the room. Arthur tries to pull the drawer to his desk open, to, no doubt, get a weapon out, but I get to him first. I slam my fist into his face, sending him flying off the chair, and I lean down, picking him up and slamming him onto the desk. I wrap my hands around his neck and start squeezing. He struggles against me, trying to move my hands, and mouthing words I’m not listening to. I loosen my hands a little and move closer.

“You may think you’re indestructible in here, but this is proof you are not. I know what you did, that you helped that shit-head Daniel. That my brother is in court tomorrow because of you. That my girlfriend went through hell because of you,” I lean closer, “Why shouldn’t I kill you? Get rid of your pathetic existence?” I say then let go, and he slides off the desk. I stand looking down at him as he gasps for breath.

“I . . . I will leave you alone. Nothing more from me,” he gasps out, and I laugh as I pull the gun out of my jacket. I unlock the safety and point the gun at his head.

“You spent years trying to make my brothers like our father and me, but you never realised that if you did succeed, it's likely I would kill you. My father tried to kill you because he was stupid, and you’re lucky I’m not.”

“Thank . . . Y-you,” he says, and I lean down, placing the gun next to his head. He goes very still.

“But, Arthur, I’m not fucking around. Now, you mess with my family once more, in any way, I’m going to kill you.” I push the gun into his head, making him lean his head to the side, “And, it won’t be quick.”

“I get it,” he says, and I stand up.

“One more thing, I want you to leave this town. If I see you around, you’re dead. That’s your price for everything. I know you have other businesses,” I say, and he nods, rubbing his swollen neck. I walk out of the office, slamming the door behind me and looking down at the four, knocked-out guards outside the room. Sebastian and Elliot are leaning against the entrance to the Cage. I slide my gun back into my pocket as I step over one of the men and walk towards my brothers.

“Alive?” Elliot asks.

“Yes, but he gets it. We won’t be seeing Arthur again,” I tell them both. We walk out of the Cage and get into my car before making the ten-minute trip to the nursing home I’ve put our mother into.

“You sure you both want to do this?” I ask them as I turn the car off.

“I am,” Sebastian says, getting out of the car.

“Elliot?” I ask him as he stares at the building.

“I’m staying in the car. I just can’t see her. I know what you told me. I know that she didn’t leave me, but I need Allie here. I just can't,” he says, shaking his head. I place my hand on his shoulder.

“I get it. No matter what, she will be here for a long time, and you can meet her when you want to,” I tell him.

“Go,” he nods his head towards where Sebastian is waiting outside the nursing home. The nursing home is a brick building, that only has twenty people living here and twenty-four-seven care for my mother. The outside is lined with flowers, the windows don’t have horrible bars on them, and overall, it’s nice.

“Elliot isn’t coming in?” Sebastian asks, and I give him a nod for an answer. I don’t have to say anything else, this is hard enough for all of us.

“Mr. King, she is waiting for you,” Susan, a middle-aged nurse says as she stands up from behind the counter in the entrance hall.

“Lovely to see you, Susan.”

“You must be one of the other sons she tells me about, Sebastian, Elliot, or Luke?”

“Sebastian,” he answers.

“What has she said?” I ask Susan.

“Well, since we have weaned her off that high amount of drugs she was on, she never stops talking. She tells me stories of you as babies, what you liked to play with.”

“So, she is normal?”

“Normal is a complicated word. You mother still has episodes where she gets petrified, and we have to sedate her. I hope, with time, there will be less and less,” she tells Sebastian, who gives her a tight nod. We all have an idea of what happened to frighten her so much and cause these episodes. It must have been something our father did.

“How are your lovely girlfriend and baby doing?” she asks me. We brought Hope here last week to see my mother, with Tilly.

“What normal three-month-olds do, chew everything and never stop eating,” I chuckle, loving how Hope is far more settled at home with Tilly and me. Following the weeks after she was taken, she was not sleeping and unsettled, but I think it was because Tilly was so on edge and watching her all the time. When Tilly started to relax, so did Hope.

“He means the baby, I’m sure that’s not what Tilly does but who knows what goes on behind closed doors,” Sebastian says, making her laugh, and I glare at him.

“Lighten up, bro,” he says, hitting my arm. Susan opens a door for us.

“She is in here and having a good day.”

“You ready for this?” I ask Sebastian, who nods.

“I’m a King, and you taught me how to be ready for anything,” he says with a smirk and walks in.