Novels by Kingsley Kay

Killian kept the Bugatti moving through the city streets. The deep sound of the engine felt good under his hands. Street lights passed by the windows one after another. He did not pick a real direction at first. He just needed space to think.The black car stayed three cars behind him the whole time. It never got closer. It never fell too far back. Killian checked the mirror every few seconds. The driver was careful. Professional.His phone buzzed again. Another unknown number. This time it was a call.He answered with one hand still on the wheel.“Young master,” Irene’s voice came through, calm but tight. “The system shows you are being followed. Are you safe?”“I see the car,” Killian said. “Black one. Tinted windows. Been on me since the showroom.”“That is one of ours,” Irene answered. “I sent him the moment the bank transaction went through. Your grandfather ordered close protection until you reach London. Do not shake him off.”Killian’s jaw tightened. “I told you I do not need

“The car is mine,” Killian said. “Now get on your knees. A bet is a bet.”The whole showroom stayed frozen. No one moved. No one spoke.Hugo’s face had gone pale. The card reader still showed the green light. The money had already left the account. Eight million euros was gone in one second. There was no way to take it back.The saleswoman’s legs shook. She looked at Hugo, hoping he would say something to save them. He did not.Robert stood near the side with his mouth still open. The Maverick man held his red cheek and stared at Killian like he was seeing a ghost.Killian did not raise his voice. He simply waited.Hugo was the first to move. Slowly, as if every part of his body was heavy, he bent his knees and went down on the shiny floor. His forehead almost touched the ground.“You… you are an honourable man,” he said in a weak voice.The saleswoman’s eyes filled with tears. She bit her lip hard, then she also dropped to her knees. Her voice came out small and broken.“I will leave

“How is it, sir? Are you interested in the car?” the saleswoman asked with a bright smile.The older man stared at the white Bugatti and felt his stomach drop. He only had about nine hundred twenty thousand euros left in his account. Eight million was impossible.“Leona, let’s look at another car,” he said quickly. “That one over there looks better.”Leona clicked her tongue in anger. She followed him, but when she walked past Killian she stopped and glared hard.“What are you looking at, you hooligan?”She spat on the floor right next to his shoes.Killian’s hands closed into tight fists. Heat rose fast in his chest. He wanted to hit back, but he forced himself to stay still. Hitting a woman in the middle of a showroom would only make everything worse.The older man saw Killian’s fists and stepped forward with a proud, mean smile.“What kind of man are you? You only dare to get angry at women. If you want to hit someone, come and fight me.”Killian turned his head slowly. He looked a

Killian left the Royal Bank with the thick envelope of cash under his arm. Piere and Sophie walked him to the door.“Thank you for your help today, Mr Piere,” Killian said.Piere smiled widely. “It is my duty to serve the young master of the Spencer family. Whenever you need anything, just call me.”“I would like to invite you to dinner at Adam’s Restaurant,” Piere added. “If you have time.”Killian shook his head. “Thank you, but not today. Maybe another time.”Piere still looked hopeful. “I can drive you wherever you need to go.”“No need. I can manage on my own.”Sophie stepped closer. “My work is finished. I can take you if you want.”Killian looked at her for a second and gave a small polite smile. “Thank you, but I will go alone.”He walked out before they could say more. Outside he ordered an online taxi. The drive took only five minutes. The taxi stopped in front of a large, bright car showroom.Killian paid the driver and stepped inside. The floor was shiny. New cars stood in

“Mister Piere! Are you not wrong to bow your head to this man?”Stella’s voice was loud and full of disbelief. She still could not accept what she was seeing.“Shut up!”Piere’s sharp shout cut her off at once. Stella’s face turned red. She stepped back, embarrassed that the chairman had yelled at her in front of so many people.Piere turned to Killian and spoke in a low, careful voice. “Do you know who he is? He is Mr Spencer. A person you should never offend. Do you understand that?”Stella’s body went cold. She had worked in banks long enough to know that name. Everyone in the building knew it. Mr Spencer was not a normal rich man. His company was huge. One word from him could close a business or ruin a person’s life in a single day. No one in the city wanted to make that family angry.The four guards who had grabbed Killian earlier were already shaking. They had watched the chairman of Royal Bank bow to the man they called a beggar only minutes ago. Their faces turned white.“We’r

Killian stopped in front of the big glass doors of the Royal Bank. His old jeans were faded. His shirt had a small tear near the shoulder. He still carried the same worn bag from the day he left the Smith house. Irene had already left for London after a sudden call from his grandfather. Before she went, she sent a short message to the bank chairman so they would be ready for him.He took one step forward.“Stop right there!”A security guard with a thick neck and hard eyes blocked his path. The man looked Killian up and down like he was something dirty on the street.“Who? Me?” Killian pointed at his own chest.“If not you, who else? Get out of here, beggar. This bank is not for people like you.”Killian’s face stayed calm, but his hands slowly closed into fists. “I’m not a beggar. I came to see Piere.”The guard laughed loud enough for people nearby to hear. “A dirty man like you wants to see Mr Piere, the chairman? Don’t even dream about it. Move!”He shoved Killian hard in the ches