STAY GOLD.

shay beaumont. thirty2' & ny ✈ la #TEAMKING YOU ARE NOT A GENTLE SUMMER BREEZE or small ripples on the water. be a hurricane GALE-FORCE WINDS & NO MERCY all destruction & no apology. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO HURT, SO rage on, Woman; YOU ARE A FORCE OF NATURE.

[shaybeaumonts]

z. king​.

     “Hangry?” A laugh bubbled forth as he bent to the side to grab his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. 

     “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Zach stepped up to Shay, draping an arm around her shoulders, “Breakfast it is,” he announced, “And you can tell Wade I’ve been makin’ sure his sister is properly fed,” he added with a wink.

“Yes. Hangry.” The brunette took a swig from her water bottle as Zach gathered his belongings and made his way back over to her. “Honestly, we’ve got a decent system going here; you buy me food and I make sure you don’t commit aggravated assault on gym bro douchebags.” Another swig from her water and Shay was ready to go as the pair made their way towards the exit. “The questions now is where to get food that isn’t granola. Or vegan.”

[oliviadumhan]

[shaybeaumonts]

z. king​.

     “Now I know you aren’t suggestin’ this thug could kick my fuckin’ ass?” Amusement tugged at the corners of his lips as his stare moved from Shay to other man — and there was menace behind that smirk, a steady warning in his eyes that said try it and see what happens. 

     A scoff and he was off, Zach turning to Shay with that grin still in place, though any threat had vanished from his expression. “How come you didn’t beat him to shit, huh?”

As the other gym go-er stalked off in a huff, Shay could only offer the eldest King an eye roll. “Because I don’t feel like going to jail either.” Jail really wasn’t that big of a deal, but having to face Wade afterwards? No fucking thank you. “You know what I think the problem is? I think you’re hangry and need a snack,” Shay's head nodding as she spoke, “and while I won’t beat the shit out of random meatheads at the gym, I will beat the shit out of you if you deny me food.”

[shaybeaumonts]

d. king​.

Dia stepped out onto the sidewalk, taking a moment to relish in the warm, polluted Los Angeles air as she let the front door of the building close behind her. She’d missed this fucking city.

She slid her phone out of her back pocket and swiped to send a short text to her realtor, saying only “Put in the offer.” Then, she turned and took a few steps backwards to admire the old, industrial-era factory. Well, okay, it hadn’t been a factory in a while. Not since the fire. But it was still a great building. And it was the perfect place for a nightclub, which had been one of her dreams for a long time.

“L.A., I’m home,” she murmured under her breath, as if she was – just for a moment – the only person in the city.

While Shay hadn’t been exactly sure why Dia wanted to go and look at an abandoned factory, her excitement made it easy for Shay to ask to tag along. Shay had barely put a dent in the mountain of unread text messages she was doing her best to try and reply back to when Dia reappeared outside the venue looking... happy? Shoving her phone back into her pocket, Shay made her way back over and waved her hand in front of the brunette’s face. “Hey space cadet,” Shay chuckled playfully, looking back at the building once more before switching her gaze back to Dia. “What the hell happened in there? You find Trevor Cohen’s corpse or something?”

[shaybeaumonts]

z. king​.

     His new apartment didn’t have a fucking gym, and while it was temporary until he found something better, rage burned through him, every waking moment, made stronger by vengeance… and fucking guilt. Had he done the right thing? Had he really looked out for the people he needed to? Was his family okay? Were they going to be? A new question firing off every time he straightened his form, eyes boring a hole into the mirror opposite him. It was a public place, but right then, no one else existed outside of him. That was, until a form stepped between him and the mirror, obscuring his reflection. “What?”

While, of course, it occurred to Shay to stand back and watch Zach beat the shit out of the cocky gym bro that had been huffing and puffing about people ‘hogging equipment’ for the better part of twenty minutes, the realization that it might not stop at just beating the shit out of this guy was enough to get her feet moving. “It’s not worth it and you know it,” Shay insisted once she approached the pair, though still kept a considerable distance just in case. “Save the aggression for a worthy target,” Shay noted the offended expression on the other’s face, “or you can beat the shit out of him, spend the night in jail and have to find a new gym.”

[shaybeaumonts]

h. king​.

Henry laughed at Shay’s determination to kick Scarlett Cohen’s ass. Truthfully, he felt the same. Anyone with the name Cohen just made Henry’s blood boil. Henry’s hand almost started to shake thinking of what he’d do to Trevor if he got his hands on him. Though, despite how much he may want to, acting rash and impulsively would make things more difficult. Like always, Henry would divert to Zach, his knowledge and strategy, before he makes a move. Big brother knows best. “The way I can’t wait to run them out of town the way they did us,” he said. Though, if he were honest, Henry’d prefer they end up at the bottom of the Pacific rather than running rampant somewhere else.

As angry as Shay was—quite frankly, anger may have been too kind of a descriptor—she could only imagine how angry Henry and his brothers were. To have everything they had worked for ripped away from them by a group of people who surely didn’t deserve to reap the benefits of the King’s hard work. “They have no idea what’s coming,” Shay couldn’t help but chuckle, despite how serious her words were. “They’ve got too much pride to ever think that anyone would try and come for them and that’s going to be their downfall.” As much as Shay may have hated them, the brunette clearly knew what the Cohen’s were capable of and wouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating them. “How are you feeling, otherwise?”

[shaybeaumonts]

h. king.

Henry followed Shay’s lead; if she knew a place, it was probably better than decent. Not that Henry was picky. He’d drink just about anything. He shrugged when he asked about being back. Deep down, Henry knew they brothers never should have left in the first place. Though, the consequences of staying may have been worse than leaving. “Apprehensive might be the better word,” he replied. “Running across the country pissed a lot of people off.” And coming back would piss off even more. “Just waiting for my marching orders. Itching to get back what’s ours.”

“Where’s the fun in life if you don’t get to piss off a few people along the way?” Even as Shay chuckled at her attempt to make light of the situation, she knew the potential for how serious this situation could and was probably going to get. It wasn’t like anyone was expecting Trevor to hand over what he had stolen without putting up one hell of a fight. “Look, I’m in the same boat as you. Do you know how badly I wish I could find Scarlett and knock her teeth out?” In fact, that had been the first thing Shay threatened to do when she’d found out the King’s were finally heading back to Los Angeles. “Just think about the looks they won’t be able to make with their Botox-ed faces when they lose everything.”

[shaybeaumonts]

h. king.

Henry smirked as Shay inspected the album and complained about the lack of caffeine in her veins. With nothing catching his interest in the store, he nodded and started towards the door. “Fine, let’s go,” he caved. Shay was a good friend, she saw him at his lowest and stood by him. He’d never forget what she did for him. “I’ll buy.”

Shay threw her fist up John Bender style and made a beeline for the door. Being in Los Angeles, despite what she assumed most people thought, was a drastic change from New York. “There’s this place I used to go to that’s only a few blocks from here,” the brunette spoke as she walked, eager to get her caffeine fix for the day. “Happy to be back in LA? All things considered, I mean...” So much had changed since the last time Shay had been in Los Angeles and the majority of changes didn’t feel positive. “Keeping a ‘low profile’ or whatever Wade and Zach said?”

[shaybeaumonts]

h. king.

Henry hadn’t been back in LA for long, but he was falling back into his usual habits. Not coke and killing, but wandering around the city looking for distractions. hThe King brothers had work to do, but Henry wasn’t the leader. Waiting for orders and next steps, he found himself in some hole-in-the-wall record store, looking through the stacks of vinyl for anything that caught his eye. 

“Damn, this shit sucks,” he said to no one in particular, holding some dusty album that never should have seen the light of day.

“Fuck you, it does not,” Shay insisted, reaching her arm over Henry’s shoulder and snatching it from his hands. Upon further inspection, the brunette’s nose scrunched in disapproval as she shelved the album. “That wasn’t what I thought it was.” Sliding her sunglasses down her face, the brunette looked down at her watch before letting out an impatient sigh. “Can we go get coffee yet? I can probably make it at least another fifteen minutes without it, but then you’re crossing into dangerous territory...” 

[darkparadiseprodz]

[dailywives]