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“Which is why security will contact me if they see her upset or struggling,” Christian adds, coming to a stop beside Terry. “I thought I told you not to work tonight,” he points out, arching a brow at his friend, who is smiling at him.

“I’m not. You didn’t think I would be working on your stag do, did you? After all these years, you should know I will be partying with the rest of you. Let’s face it, we never thought you would find someone to put up with your shit, let alone all your brothers too,” he winks as Christian calls him an arsehole. Terry turns his attention back to the guards. “You know what to do here. Verity, Abbi and Danielle are all being collected just before midnight by Travis Donavon, Miss King's driver, Frank Laws and Mr Young Junior. Walk them to the car and check everyone is safe before leaving. If there are any issues, contact Layton, as he is the one with the phone tonight. If anything happens with Jasmine, you call Christian.”

Both guys nod and hold the door open as the five of us head out and climb into the limo. Terry and Sean start pouring each of us drinks as we sit back and take a deep breath.

“You all ready for this?” Terry asks, looking at us all.

“As ready as we will ever be,” Maximus replies, grinning from ear to ear. I think out of all of us, he is the one looking forward the most to this evening. He has always been the one to enjoy partying, and the rest of us are happy to drink a few bourbons and head home at a reasonable hour.

“Well then, all that’s left to say is happy stag do, you four!” Terry declares, holding up his glass. We all smile with a chorus of cheers and sip our drinks. All sharing a look that tells me we are all shocked that we are here, celebrating our future marriage to the woman of our dreams. It still amazes us every day, and we can't wait to get to the wedding in two weeks and marry the love of our lives once we have made it through tonight.

ChapterSixteen

CHRISTIAN

“How many people have told you not to do it and run?”

I smirk sipping my drink as I watch everyone talking and enjoying themselves.

“Everyone has said it at least once,” I reply, turning to Logan. “How many people have asked you if you actually like sharing your woman with other men?”

He rolls his eyes, places his empty glass on the bar, and tells the server what he wants.

“Everyone has asked at least once, nosey fuckers.”

“Every man wants relationships with multiple women, but it takes a real, confident man to share one woman with multiple men.” I have had every man and his dog ask me if I’m sure I want to share my woman with my brothers. When I tell them I have no doubts, they joke about none of us being able to satisfy Jasmine on our own. The first couple of times, I defended our family with violence and threats, but as Jason pointed out one night. No one will ever understand it until they have experienced it themselves.

“I’m going to have that printed on a T-shirt,” Logan says, causing me to laugh into my drink.

“I’ll take four.” I look around again to see all three of my brothers laughing with friends in different areas of the club. They look so at ease, and not just because they are half-cut. They have always been great at things like this, being around people for reasons other than business. But it’s a privilege I didn’t have growing up. From age fifteen, every time I was out of the ring or not being forced through rigorous training, thanks to Tommy, I was in business meetings or learning about the workings of the underworld. I was never allowed to just go out and interact with people on a social basis. Besides the occasional drinking session with Travis or Terry, usually, while our fathers talked business or were out somewhere, I never got the whole social life experience. But I made sure my brothers did; I pushed them to experience as much of life as possible. I didn’t want them to turn out like me.

“How’s Chelsea and Luna doing? Is everything going okay with the pregnancy?” I don’t miss the sheer pride on Logan's face as he thinks of his new partner and the little girl he has adopted as his own.

“They are both doing great. Luna is really looking forward to the wedding. She has been practising walking down the aisle nonstop. It was sweet of Jaz to ask her to be the flower girl.”

“Jasmine has a soft spot for that little girl. I think she enjoys spending time with her more than anyone else.” A few times, Jasmine has watched Luna for her parents. Luna wants to attend Jasmine's dance school, so they’ve been having little lessons together. It’s adorable to watch the way they interact with each other. Luna has become a family member and refers to Jason as Uncle Jason.

“Someone doesn’t look happy,” Logan declares, nodding towards the other side of the room. I turn to look when I see Sean arguing with someone and Maximus charging in to stand with his brother.

“What the fuck?” I curse, jumping to my feet and heading over to where the argument is breaking out. I spot Terry, who frowns when he sees me. I nod towards Sean and see the realisation on his face.

“We have a breech,” I point out as he joins me. We are only a handful of metres from the twins when the guy Sean is arguing with throws a punch. Sean blocks it and quickly restrains him, pulling a gun from the back of his trousers.

As Sean took that guy down, two try to jump Maximus.

“Fuck,” Terry and I curse together as we throw ourselves into the fight.

Suddenly, all hell breaks loose, and about twenty people pile into the area, all gunning for a fight. At first, I assume they are defending us, but when I see who they are, I realise not a single one of them was on the invite list.

“Layton, there’s been a breech!” Terry shouts as his second grabs a guy and throws him to another security team member to remove.

“You don’t fucking say!” Layton shouts back as he rugby tackles someone heading towards Sean, who has his back turned.

“Get the O’Reillys out of here!” Layton shouts before being punched hard in the face.

“Christian!”

Instinct has me ducking whilst spinning on my heels to find a guy standing behind me with a knife in his hand. Grabbing his wrist as I come up, I use to momentum to twist his arm, causing the knife to drop from his hand. Before it hits the floor, I grab it and thrust it into his gut. The blood sprays across my hand and wrist as I pull the knife from the wound, wanting to cause him as much pain as possible.

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