Page 19 of Chance

“I know,” she whispers, her brown eyes smiling up at me.

“Would anyone like to say any words?” the Vicar asks, and I know the question is aimed at us.

“I would,” a deep voice says from the back of the church, and I turn to see Elliot walking up the aisle, well, ‘stumbling’ is a better word. Elliot’s hair is a mess, and he is actually holding a bottle of vodka as he sways with a massive grin on his face.

“Elliot, this isn’t the way,” Harley says loudly, moving to block Elliot from getting to the front of the church.

“Get the fuck out of my way. I want to say goodbye to our dear, old daddy,” Elliot shouts, and it echoes around the silent room as everyone gasps.

“Come on, you’re drunk,” Harley says as I move to go and help. Elliot’s face fills with anger as he shoves Harley out of the way, and Harley moves, grabbing his shoulder.

“Let me the fuck go. You are not our father, and I don’t want your help. Just fuck off,” Elliot shouts as I finally get near enough.

“Don’t say anything you’ll regret, bro,” I tell him as he struggles to move out of Harley’s grip. Elliot’s bloodshot eyes glare at me as he shakes his head.

“I’m not our fucking deadbeat father, but I actually give two shits about you. So, you’re going to walk out with me, or I’m going knock you the fuck out, man. Either way, you’re leaving,” Harley whispers, so only Luke and I can hear from where we are located on Elliot’s other side.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a funeral. Why did you give him one?” Elliot says loudly as many people whisper around us.

“I wanted to make sure the fucker is dead. He was never my family, but you boys all are. We are Kings, and from this fucking day forward, we stick together in this shit life,” Harley tells us, and he makes sure to hold eye contact with Elliot the whole time. Elliot finally relaxes with a grunt, and Harley lets him go as he walks out, with all of us following.

I grab Maisy’s hand as she makes it to my side with a worried glance, and we walk out without saying goodbye to our father. The fucker didn’t deserve it anyway.

My phone has buzzed me awake, taking me away from the dreams of my past. I look at it to see it’s only seven in the morning. I remember I’m going to the gym early today to meet Luke.

I groan at how fucking hard I am this morning, being back around Maisy is a sweet kind of torture, for me and my dick. I forgot how sweet she smells, like honeydew melons, and she tastes even better. Those stolen kisses from yesterday are drilled into my mind as I try to calm the tent in my boxers.I check my messages, hoping it's Maisy, but it’s Elena. That certainly helped my dick deflate. I send her a textin reply.

Me: I'm sorry Elena, but I can't see you anymore. I’m dating someone now and it's serious. You should find someone who loves you.

I think that's nice, and I send it because I don’t want to seem like a completely cold bastard. Honestly, Elena is a little crazy, so I don't want to call her, which would be the better thing to do. She was okay to have around because she is pretty, but I always felt cold around her. I felt dead. She texts me back straight away.

Elena: We don't have to tell her ;) I could be your dirty secret xxxx

Me: No. Delete my number and forget me Elena. Whatever this was, it’s over

Elena: No, you’re mine, are you fucking kidding me?!?!?! Xxx

I decide not to message her anymore as she is clearly bloody mad, and it won't help with her moving on.

I message Maisy to say good morning and ask how they are instead. My face lights up with a smile when I start thinking of them both. Maisy is even fucking hotter pregnant, with her wider hips begging me to hold onto them as I take her from behind. I love that all of her body has filled out a little more. She has this glow about her that I haven't seen before, and after the way she kissed me back last night, I know I have a chance of getting her back.

I have to hope she will forgive me for Elena, and I’m fucking scared shitless that she won’t. This is the most scared I’ve ever been, even as a child, when I was getting punched by all of my dad’s friends, doesn’t compare to the fear I have now. I’ll spend the rest of my life treating her the way she deserves if she gives me a chance to.

I shake away my thoughts and change into some blue shorts and a black vest. I slip on some trainer socks and my trainers before heading to the kitchen. I bump into Blake and back away, realising he is making out with my sister in the middle of the stairs.

"Seriously, you have a room for that," I say loudly, realising how damn awkward this is as I move past them.

"All right, Daddy, chill." Blake laughs as I walk away, raising a finger at the fucker, and I hear Izzy whack him in the arm, followed by Blake’s overdramatic, “Ouch.”

I shake my head, laughing internally at the pair, and grab a bottle of water before making some toast. I have half an hour before I meet Luke at the gym, so I play on my phone. While I wait for the toaster to pop, Harley and Elliot walk in. Elliot looks better today. The serious edge never leaves my brother, but at least he isn’t looking like he could punch someone just for sneezing today.

"Did you have a good night?" I ask Elliot.

"Something like that. I have company upstairs, so can you let her out when she wakes up? I have to get to the club; the builders are having trouble with a wall or something."He groans, pulling on his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet from the side.

"I'm not kicking your one night stand out." I hold up my hands at him as he glares at me.

"Later," Elliot shouts, grabbing his keys.

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