The Billionaire's Dark Legacy

Michael Kingston's POV The rain poured heavily that night. A black SUV sat quietly across the road from the big Kingston Mansion. The engine was off, but someone was inside watching. A pair of black gloves rested on the steering wheel. Sharp eyes stared through the windshield at the brightly lit house. Faint laughter came from inside, but the person in the car stayed silent and cold. Slowly, the stranger opened a brown envelope. Inside were photographs of the Kingston family. Bernard Kingston. Roselle Kingston. Michael Kingston. Kenneth Kingston. Tasha Kingston. Angel Kingston. One by one, a black marker crossed out every face. Only Bernard Kingston’s picture was left untouched. The stranger smiled in the dark. "Your time is almost up, Bernard," the deep voice whispered. "When you are gone, your family will destroy itself." The photos went back into the envelope. The SUV started quietly and drove away into the rainy night. Miles away, the city was full of life. Bright lights flashed. Loud music played. People were happy and excited. This was the Empire Club — the most expensive and exclusive nightclub in the country. Only the rich, the famous, and the powerful could enter. Celebrities laughed loudly. Business tycoons drank expensive champagne. Beautiful women danced under the colorful lights. It was the perfect place to forget all problems. And no one knew that better than Michael Kingston. Michael leaned against the VIP bar in a fitted black shirt with sleeves rolled up. He swirled whiskey in his glass. At twenty-eight, he was tall, handsome, and rich. Women wanted him. Men wanted to be him. The newspapers called him the Crown Prince of the Kingston Empire. But Michael hated business. He hated board meetings, paperwork, and rules. His father, Bernard Kingston, had built a billion-dollar company. Everyone expected Michael to take over. Michael only wanted freedom. He emptied his glass and sighed. "Thinking about running away again?" a voice asked. Michael smiled. He knew that voice. James Harrison stood there. One by one, his four best friends joined him: Richard Cole, Mark Sullivan, and Jude Anderson. They had been friends since childhood. Their parents were close in business. People called them "The Partners in Crime." Richard sat beside him. "You look sad. Did Uncle Bernard shout at you again?" Michael laughed. "My car is fine. It must be your father." They all laughed. A waiter brought five bottles of expensive whiskey. Jude raised his bottle. "To another unforgettable night!" "Cheers!" They drank and talked about old stories. Richard crashing his father’s sports car. Mark sleeping in the warehouse. James falling asleep in a meeting. Michael laughed hard. For a while, he forgot his father’s lectures about the company and responsibility. Hours passed. The music grew louder. More people filled the dance floor. Beautiful women walked past, smiling at Michael and his friends. "You have been looking at the girls," Richard teased. "I was watching the DJ," Michael joked. Everyone laughed. James leaned closer. "So, which girl is going home with you tonight?" Michael shrugged. "I haven’t decided yet." Another round of drinks came. Michael drank more. His head felt light. The lights became blurry. "I need fresh air," he said and stood up. He walked to a quieter part of the VIP area and ordered another whiskey. The bartender smiled. "The usual, Mr. Kingston." Michael had taken only two sips when a woman sat beside him. Her sweet perfume filled the air. He turned and forgot how to breathe for a second. She was very beautiful. Long black hair fell over one shoulder. Her skin glowed. Her elegant black dress hugged her full breasts and curvy hips perfectly. She looked confident and calm. She smiled at him. "Hello, handsome." Michael smiled back. "Hello." "I have been watching you," she said softly. "You seem like someone trying not to think too much." Michael chuckled. "Is it that clear?" She nodded. "If you pay attention, yes." She was different from other women. She was not chasing him too hard. Michael felt curious. "What is your name?" he asked. "Names can wait," she replied with a mysterious smile. Her eyes looked deep into his. "Have you ever done something you knew you would regret in the morning?" "Many times," Michael said with a laugh. "Good." She stood up and held out her hand. "Come with me." Michael took her hand without thinking. They walked to a private VIP room. The door closed behind them. The music became soft and distant. She pushed him gently against the wall and kissed him hard. Her lips were warm and hungry. Michael kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist. He pulled her close. Her body felt soft and hot against his. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck. His hands moved up and cupped her full breasts through the dress. She breathed faster. "Touch me," she whispered. Michael pulled down the zipper of her dress. It fell to the floor. She wore only black lace panties. Her breasts were round and firm. He bent and took one n****e into his mouth, sucking and licking. She gasped and held his head. She opened his shirt quickly. Her hands moved over his hard chest and down to his belt. She pulled his trousers down. Michael was already hard. She wrapped her fingers around his thick c**k and stroked it slowly. "You are big," she whispered with a naughty smile. She dropped to her knees and took him into her warm mouth. Michael groaned loudly. Her tongue moved skillfully around the head while her hand stroked the shaft. The pleasure was intense. He held her hair gently and moved his hips. After some minutes, he pulled her up and carried her to the big bed. He removed her panties. She was wet and ready. He spread her legs and entered her in one smooth thrust. She cried out in pleasure. "f**k me harder," she moaned. Michael thrust deep and fast. The sound of their bodies hitting together filled the room. Her breasts bounced with every stroke. He kissed her roughly while pounding into her. She scratched his back and wrapped her legs around him. They changed positions. She rode him, moving her hips up and down. Michael held her waist and thrust up to meet her. Her moans became louder. "I’m coming!" she cried. Her body shook as she reached orgasm. Michael felt his own climax building. He flipped her onto her back and thrust harder. With a deep groan, he came inside her, filling her with his hot seed. They lay on the bed, breathing heavily, bodies covered in sweat. Michael felt completely satisfied. But soon, darkness took over. He passed out.