“Seb, are you ok?” Maisy asks from my side as I watch my father’s coffin in the middle of the church. Her hand is clutching mine, and it is the only thing I’m concentrating on to stop the anger flowing within me.

The whole town has fucking turned up, going on and on about how sad it must be to lose a father at this age, how it must be hard for Harley to have to raise us. They don’t know shit, Harley has always fucking raised us, and our so-called father was the idiot who got in his way. The only reason half the people are here today is because our father has paid them off, or fucked them over in some way.

I turn, watching as Harley and Luke ignore the priest who talks about redemption, what a load of shit. The smirk on Harley’s face is quick, but I catch it. The priest has no idea where our father is; the bastard would be in Hell, not Heaven. I’m surprised his coffin didn’t set alight the minute we walked in as a warning from God. I wish Elliot had decided to come with us. He just couldn’t, and actually, I am wishing I didn’t either.

“Seb?” Maisy’s soft voice asks again, and I turn to her with a small smile.

“I’m good, you know I love you, right?” I whisper, but it still seems to echo in the quiet church, and I don’t care how loud it is.

“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 text in 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.

Harley shouts, "Get your ass back in here," but it's too late as the door closes. Not long after, I hear the loud noise of Elliot’s bike as he drives off.

"Sorry, bro, I'm meeting Luke at the gym so I’ve got to go," I say with a grin.

"Are Blake and Izzy here?" he asks hopefully.

"Erm, they're in their room," I say, rolling my eyes as Harley groans.

"For fuck’s sake. Fine, Elliot damn well owes me," he says, walking out.

I laugh and leave for the gym. By the time I get there, I’m ten minutes late due to heavy traffic. Flashing my card at the receptionist, I walk in. I eventually find Luke running track outside, and I wait for him to stop. 

"Hey man, how's my nephew and soon to be sister-in-law?" he asks, doing stretches, and then takes a drink. 

"Good. I'm trying to find somewhere for us to live. We talked, and she is looking at houses with me tomorrow." I grin, and Luke gives me a high-five.

"I'm seriously glad for you, bro," he says as I do a few stretches myself.

"Thanks. Let's run, boy." I grin as he punches my arm, the fucker is strong.

"Who are you calling ‘boy’, asshole?" He laughs as I run off ahead of him, and we do ten laps around the track before heading inside to lift weights.

I’m halfway through my weights when a shadow stands over me. I put the weight back and sit up to see a very angry Elena staring at me. She leans in to kiss me, but I push her away.

"What the hell are you doing, Elena?" I ask angrily, and I groan as she looks on the verge of tears. I don't want to upset her, but I need to at least get her the hell away from me. I watch as her emotions change from upset to mad in a couple of seconds.

"You can't just dump me! Who's the girl?" she demands loudly, and everyone in the gym turns to look. I want to get up, but I can't without being too close to her, and I don't want that. I see Luke walks over from the corner of my eye. 

"Elena, it was never serious between us, so I don't see why you’re acting like this,” I say, trying to calm her down; if anything, she looks angrier. Even with the load of makeup she has on, I can see how red her face is.

"What a load of bollocks, it wasn't serious!” she mimics my voice before she carries on shouting. “We have been fucking for months, and you didn't keep any of the other girls around."

I look at her now with her fake, blond hair and overdone makeup. I think the only reason I touched her was because she looks nothing like the girl I'm in love with. I can't tell her the reason I let her hang around was that she reminded me Maisy was really gone, and that it was my fault. I think being with Elena was a way to hate myself and remind myself daily what a fuck up I am.

"I should have said no months ago. Look, you need to leave and stay away from me. You’re a pretty girl, you'll find someone else," I tell her gently, while she gives me a look that would kill me if looks could kill.

"Come on, Elena. I'll walk you out now," Luke kindly says as he comes to stand at her side. She slaps me hard across the face before kissing my cheek. I push her away, and she smiles in a plastic kind of way that reminds me of a doll.

"You've always been mine, Sebastian, and I'll wait for you," she promises before walking out. Luke glares at her and shakes his head at me.

"She is all sorts of fucking crazy, dude," he mutters.

"I know." I cringe, watching as she stomps away.

"Be careful, bro," Luke says, watching her walk away, worriedly.

"I will. Are you looking forward to finally being able to legally drive soon?" I laugh, changing the subject. If Luke realises, he gives nothing away as he grins at me. I smile back, knowing Luke has been driving since he was fifteen. We all learnt to drive around then. The police will let everyone around here get away with anything for a pay check.

"Funny, dude. I'm looking forward to the presents." He grins.

Harley offered to let him have a house party, but Luke wasn’t interested at first until I changed his mind and reminded him it doesn’t matter if anything is wrecked. I laugh internally, knowing Luke will just pay with his inheritance to replace anything that is broken or messed up, and Harley will pretend it didn't happen. He doesn't like us using the house very often, so it's a nice surprise.

I remember back to all the parties we used to throw when Harley was away on work or whatever. Harley would wake us up loudly and make us clean the house, and then work our asses off at his gym. I don’t think he knows it, but working at the gym helped us calm our anger and stopped us getting in more trouble than we could have a few years ago.

"Are you still not planning to go to university next year, bro?" I ask, knowing we have all been encouraging him to go to college or university. Luke refuses, saying he just wants to work at the tattoo studio, which, I'll admit, he is damn good at, but I still worry. 

"Don't start, dude, it’s my choice. I don't give a shit about any other kind of work. I know it's not great pay, but I don't need the money. Eventually, I'll be good enough to open my own shop and hire staff myself." He smirks. Clearly he has it all planned out; I just hope he sticks to it.

"All right, I had to ask. Has Harley been bugging you more, then?" I ask.

"Yeah, fuck, I get that he feels responsible for us, but I can make my own choices." I nod at him, letting him know I feel the same way.

I'm thinking of dropping out of college and letting Maisy go back; she always loved school, and her favourite was history. I know she wants to work in a museum, she is damn smart enough for it, and it would work out well for her. Harley has offered for me to become a partner at the gym, with my investment helping to build a new expansion.

My thoughts are interrupted when my phone rings. I nearly drop it in excitement when I see it’s Maisy.

"Hey, Maisy, you okay?" I ask when I answer. 

"Hey, I’m just on my break, and I remembered I didn't tell you that the scan is on Wednesday at three. I thought you could meet me there," she says, sounding almost nervous. Does she really think I would say no?

"Sounds good, are you still okay for twelve tomorrow? I could pick you up," I say.

"No, I'll drive to yours and then we can go from there. I haven't exactly told my parents about me being around you again yet," she mumbles, sounding guilty.

Her parents are a piece of work. In all the years we dated, they tried to break us up and openly told Maisy how disappointed they were in her for dating me, usually in front of me. Maisy always begged me not to say anything, but it was hard not to. 

"I understand. I like speaking to you again. I fucking missed you, May," I say, looking down at the workout bench. 

"I missed you a lot, too," she says, and I can't help the big grin I have. Finally, she admitted she misses me, which I am taking as a good fucking sign.

"I have to go, my break is over soon. See you tomorrow, Sebastian," she says while I hear her moving around.

"I'm looking forward to it. Bye," I say, and I hear her say bye too before I put the phone down. She can fight me all she likes, but she can't hide how much she once loved me. I hope I haven't fucked up too much for her to take me back. One thing is certain, I'm not giving up.