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He walks over and stops in his tracks as he looks at my hair. He looks beyond fucking shocked. I smirk at him as he shakes his head.

“Fuck, you look like me now. I like it.” He grins.

"Thanks, how are Jake and Maisy?" I ask, thinking of my little nephew who makes me smile when he isn't being sick on me.I’m sure the kid likes to ruin my clothes on purpose. I know he is sick on other people, but he throws up on me every time I hold him. Maisy says it’s because he eats too much, but I’m sure the little man is doing it to piss me off.

"All good. I'm meeting Maisy in a bit to see the vicar for the wedding, and Harley has Jake."

"Harley always has Jake, and that's why you’re so dressed up." I laugh, remembering how much Harley loves to help out with Jake. Harley is my oldest brother, the one who has always looked after us. I don’t respect anyone as much as I respect him. The amount of times I would have lost my fucking mind over the things my dad did if he didn’t stop me. Harley was there, picking my ass off the floor and telling me it was all right every fucking time. I know Seb feels the same way, his son’s name is Jake Harley King.

I look over my brother in his suit, with a few buttons undone at the top.It’s weird to see him in a suit, but he wears them more now as he is a partner at the gym Harley owns.

"I know my poor son is spoilt with attention. Jake always has someone holding him or taking him shopping."

I smile at Sebastian as he continues.

"We need another kid in the family to help distract us from Jake. I tried asking Maisy for another, but that's a no for a while."

"Yeah, well the rest of us are single, so no luck there."I laugh.

"That's true, and if Blake gets Izzy pregnant before he marries her, I’d have to beat the shit out of him." Sebastian laughs as we both know that wouldn't happen. I doubt Blake is crazy enough to risk her over protective brothers coming after him.He damn well knows we are protective of Izzy. The fucker didn’t tell us about dating our sister until Seb found out. By then, it was too late; they both loved each other.

"Speaking of which, how are the plans for my wedding reception going?" he asks, reaching over the bar and getting a packet of nuts. They aren’t meant to be eaten yet, but I’m not telling him that.

"We have it all sorted, and we are having it in our back garden,"I tell him as he opens the nuts and eats a handful. Harley loves gardening, so the house has an amazing garden; it looks great this time of year, and we wouldn’t have to do much work on it.

"I like the idea, and Maisy will too," Sebastian says, finishing the bag of nuts.

"Don't worry, I will sort Allie out. We can work together." I smirk.

"Work together or sleep together? I know you want her."Seb laughs, playing with the cuffs on his shirt.

"You’re right," I mutter, noticing how happy Sebastian looks. I laugh.

"Fucking hell, I thought you'd never admit it,” he says with a wide-eyed expression.

"Things change," I tell him.

“I’m happy for you, man. Just be careful, not all things change,” he says.

“Like what?” I narrow my eyes at him.

"Like her dad? You should be careful. We know he is pissed that we are all walking away from the fights soon. He tried fucking with me recently. It wouldn’t surprise me if he tries something with you. He needs one of us on his side," Sebastian warns, looking worried.

"Yeah, I know," I say, patting Sebastian’s shoulder as I sit next to him.

"Look, can you babysit this Saturday? I want to take Maisy out, and Harley is busy," he asks with a grin.I know he likes it when I babysit because I always end up going home with sick on me.

"All right, I want to see Jake. I've been busy with the club, and I haven't been able to get around much."

"He misses his uncle, I'm sure." Sebastian laughs.

"Jake can't tell you yet, but I'm his favourite uncle." I smirk. At least I hope I am with the amount of sick he has given me.

Sebastian helps me clean up a little before going off to meet Maisy. I’m just sitting on my bike, readying to put my helmet on, when I get a text. It’s from Arthur saying there is a fight next weekend that he wants me to fight. It's Harley's turn, but, whatever, we only have ten fights left, and this will make it nine.I pull on my helmet and drive back home.

Chapter 5

Allie

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