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Riot caught my eye and raised his glass, that trademark King smirk on his face. Beside him, his wife Allure glowed in a silver dress that hugged her pregnant belly. Their second child. My niece or nephew.

Creed stood more reserved as always, his arm around Sloane’s waist as they chatted with some investors. They’d been instrumental in getting Queenstown Luxe off the ground, leveraging King Industries’ connections to secure permits and contracts that would’ve taken years otherwise.

“The Banks just arrived,” Queen whispered, squeezing my hand. “You ready for this?”

I took a deep breath, my eyes finding the small group that had just entered the main hall. The Banks. My father’s family. People who shared my blood but knew nothing of my life until recently. Four siblings I’d never met until six months ago when I decided it was time to connect all the pieces of my past.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, straightening my shoulders.

The Banks ran the DMV and up until recently thought their father died in a regular car crash. I let them know that it was Silas King who tampered with his brakes and made the deadly crash happen. We’d talked a few times but we were all apprehensive about getting to know one another.

But I was growing and maturing in new ways. I wanted to know my family and reconnect to all the things that were stolen from me. And so far, I knew they were forces to be reckoned with.