Elliot

 

"Shot, shot, shot," is all I can hear, as we all take another shot at the bar of the strip club. It's Sebastian's stag night and we are all hammered. Surprisingly, Sebastian didn't want to come, in case Maisy didn't like it. We all ended up dragging him here, anyway. Blake wasn't keen either but he told me that Izzy knows. He said she is cool with it as long as he doesn't have a lap dance. Not that I think he is stupid enough to try that with all her brothers. I laugh a little at how much my little sister can get angry, when she is mad and how scared Blake can be of her. 

"Dude, that one wants you," Daniel says to my ear. Daniel is one of our friends from school. We like him but he spends too much time drinking, partying and fucking anything that moves. I look over to where he is nodding to. There’s a girl with long brown hair, a tight purple dress, who is dancing with some hot friends. Honestly, it's been a week since I last spoke to Allie. She sent me a text, one text telling me she doesn’t want to see me. I sent her twelve back asking why the fuck not and tried calling her. I told Harley after he saw me throw my phone at a wall when Luke called me, just because of that fucking ringtone that reminds me of her. I have another new phone now and it still pays that ringtone. The staff at Apple said they changed it but it went straight back to that ringtone a few hours later.

Izzy has taken over Allie’s side of the wedding plans and won't tell me why. She just gave me a sympathetic look and helped me sort the rest of the details out. 

"Let's go," Daniel says standing and expecting me to follow. I look over at Blake and Sebastian, who are still drinking and laughing at something. Luke is off in one of the back rooms, doing god knows what with a stripper. Harley is at the bar, ignoring us and the women dancing around him.  I follow Daniel over to the girls.

"Can we buy you two a drink?" Daniel asks with a smile at them, while the girl with the brown hair just smiles at me as she answers,

"No, we have one but thanks. My name is Cindy and this is Layla," she nods at the blonde, that’s moved closer to Daniel. I doubt they are their real names by the way they are dressed, I wouldn't be surprised if they work here. Cindy moves closer to me and runs her hand up my arm asking,

"What's your name, sexy man?" She winks but it doesn’t work on her, in fact, it just makes her fake lashes look like they are about to fall off. I’m really not drunk enough or in the fucking mood for this. I don’t know why I came over. 

"Elliot," I say curtly and she moves closer. I can't get thoughts about an annoying blonde, who never shuts up, out of my head.

"Nice to meet you, Elliot. Want to dance?" She asks fluttering her fake eyelashes at me. I hesitate for a second. I don’t know why I'm thinking about saying yes, dancing with this random girl and then no doubt taking her home tonight. The thought isn’t anything I want; one look at the girl tells me what I need to know.

"No," I reply and walk away.

I leave Daniel with them and join Sebastian and Blake. 

"Dude, how did you know?" Blake asks handing Sebastian a twenty. 

"I'm smart," Sebastian laughs taking the money.

"What bet did you win?" I ask, knowing my brother and best friend.

"That you wouldn’t talk to that girl for more than five minutes and you wouldn’t dance with her. Blake said ten and he was sure you give her a dance," he says, and Blake shakes his head.

“Fuckers,” I mutter and take a shot off the bar in front of them.

I scowl at them, while both take a shot. 

"Allie?" Blake asks with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up," I say and smirk at them both.

"Bro, talking from two guys who met the right girls. Don't give up," Sebastian says his eyes are hazy and I wonder how much more he going to drink before I'm carrying him out. 

"Would any of you boys like a dance?" A busty girl says, pushing her chest out as she leans over the table getting empty drink glasses.

"Nah, you’re wasting your time here but another round of drinks would be good," Blake laughs. 

"Man I’m screwed," I say as she walks away. The fact I wasn’t even slightly interested in her, says it all. Allie has me under her fucking spell.

"Yeah you are," Blake agrees while Sebastian types away on his phone. 

"Can't stay away?" I ask him. 

"Just warning her how I’m going to be inside her soon, making her scream my name," Sebastian says serious and then grins while I snort in laughter with Blake. 

"I'm going to chat with Harley. I'm sure Blake needs all the tips you can give him." I laugh when Blake shouts,

"Fuck you," 

“You do realise he would be using those skills on our sister,” Seb says and I choke out,

“Fuck that was a bad idea, forget it, brother.”

I hear Blake's laughter all the way across the bar as I walk to take a seat next to Harley, who is drinking his beer.

"You alright?" I ask because he has been quiet tonight. I mean he isn’t a chatty fucker usually but this is worse than normal.

"My younger brother is getting married before me. It's weird," he looks at me before drinking again. 

“It is,” I say,

“You are two minutes older than him,” Harley laughs and I chuckle out,

“Two minutes might as well be two years with me and Seb,” I say and he nods with a chuckle.

"You are coming with me to the fight tomorrow?" I ask, not wanting to bring it up but I know I should. None of us goes to the Cage fights alone. A few times, we get families of the men we fight, trying to get revenge. It doesn’t work, because there is always more than one of us. They would have to have a death wish. Recently Luke slept with someone’s girlfriend; he didn’t know that her boyfriend’s brother had just been knocked out by Seb. The bastard brought eight of his friends and tried to take on me and Elliot. They all paid for that mistake, it’s happened over the years but rumours are a good thing. Most people are too shit scared to try it. Arthur, Allie's dad, helps in a way. People bet a lot of money on us winning and trick new people into losing their money betting on someone else. That offers a certain amount of protection, the gangs that run the cage under Arthur, won’t lose out on their money.

"Yeah. I’m fucking pissed that he is demanding that you fight again. You did the last one.”

“I’m sure he making some money from it,” I say dryly. My ribs are still yellow from the last fight.

“You are sure that Arthur isn't onto you and Allie?" Harley asks.

"Nothing is going on with me and Allie," I say.

Harley raises an eyebrow before coughing, hiding a laugh I expect. 

"There was something starting with us. She turned me down and won't speak to me," I say and hating to admit it out loud. Allie didn't even bother replying to me, which isn't like her. I went and watched her teach her dance class on Sunday, she didn’t even look at me and left through another door before I could speak to her.

If only I could forget the thought of her sweet tasting lips, her smooth cream skin and the way she made me want to fuck her all night, every night of the week until she could never forget me. 

"Hmm," Harley says before going quiet. 

"You’re not going to tell me not to give up like everyone else?" I inquire.

"I think you’re a King and when we find the girl we want, we don't give up." Harley pats me on the back. I grab a drink of the bartender while Harley pushes his black hair into a tighter knot at the back of his head. We are dressed all the same tonight, in shirts Blake made that say ‘Sebastian's stag do’. My top is fucking pink because Blake is an asshole. 

"Dude, I love this place," Luke says sitting in the seat next to me, running his hand through his messy brown hair.

"You have red lipstick on your neck," I say with a smirk at my little brother.

"Huh? Thanks that must have been…," Luke stops talking, clearly not remembering her name as he wipes off the lipstick. I shake my head at him; he is getting as bad as Sebastian was. 

We order more drinks and I end up carrying a singing Sebastian out of the strip club a little later with the rest of the group following. I manage to get him to the door before he laughs, standing straighter and walking off down the street. 

"Sebastian, get your fucking ass back here," Blake shouts my thoughts. We all follow as Sebastian starts running and fuck, I didn't drink enough for this shit.

"Wait, stop," I shout as he goes around a building corner. I move faster and with a smirk as I see Sebastian passed out on a bench on the other side of the road. 

"Look, what I found," Luke says showing us a tube of red lipstick and handcuffs. 

"Where the hell did you find that?" I ask confused at the sight. 

"Oh, the stripper, Crystal or something," he laughs as we walk over to stand over Sebastian who is clearly out of it. 

"Right, you get his top off El, and I will draw. Blake, you sort the handcuffs and Daniel takes pictures," Luke says chucking them at Blake who grins.

"He is going to kill us," Harley says as he comes across the road. I watch in amusement as he takes his phone out. I get Seb's shirt off and chuck it on the metal bench, he is completely asleep.

"Get going with the lipstick," I say to Luke who nods. 

I watch as he draws a massive penis on his face and then writes, 

"I love hugs," on his chest. We all grin at our work as Blake clips the handcuffs around the bench and his one arm, he then pockets the key.

"I will text Maisy letting her know Sebastian is too drunk to come home and is staying at ours." I grin sending the text and then taking some pics. 

"This was a good stag do," Luke says as we all laugh. We walk to the taxi rank down the road, it’s four in the morning and we will be back at seven to see our work wake up.