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“Holy shit,” Autumn slaps me hard on the shoulder. “That pretty little thing got it bad for you, brother.”
“She was being friendly,” I play it down, taking the water Jessie hands me and sitting beside him on the bench.
“Bitches only ever bring food when they got that warm, suck at your heart instead of ya dick kinda feeling,” Autumn points out as I take a bite out of the bagel, it’s fresh and there’s just the right amount of cream cheese.
“It’s a bagel, Autumn.” I roll my eyes.
“Now, it’s a bagel, but soon, it will be dinner, a picnic… breakfast.” He shudders.
“I think it’s nice that she’s showing her gratitude.” Jessie comes to my rescue, standing up and grabbing his cut from where it hangs over the weight bar.
“And where are you goin’?” Autumn asks him.
“Mads is doin’ lunch.” He shrugs.
“I rest my case,” Autumn crosses his arms over his chest smugly.
“You’ll end up pussy whipped just like this one if you don’t nip that shit in the bud.” My brother’s finger points at the bagel I’m already halfway through eating.
“Hey. I ain’t pussy whipped,” Jessie defends himself.
“Oh yeah, where were you for Axel’s second attempt at a Bachelor party last year?” Autumn questions him.
“I can tell you where I wasn’t,” Jessie responds.
“Fucking the bride,” me and Jess both say in unison.
“Yeah, well if you ask me, I did Axel a favor. If I hadn’t messed around with that first hoe he planned on marrying, he would never have found the woman of his dreams. It was all part of God’s plan.”
Me and Jess give one another a look that suggests we doubt it, before Jessie heads out.
“Will we be seeing you later, or will you be tied to the kitchen table?” Autumn calls out after him.
Jessie doesn’t bother looking back, just throws his middle finger up over his shoulder.
I realize I got a text from Prez when I get to my kit bag and check my phone.
“We got to head down to church,” I tell Autumn, who’s picked up a pair of 20ks and is watching himself lift in the floor to ceiling mirror.
“Aut, come on, we got to go, we’re already late.”
“I’m coming,” he slams the weights back on the rack and snatches up his cut, following me out.
The chapel doors are open when we arrive, and when me and my brother step inside, everyone is already waiting anxiously. I close the door behind us, and take my usual seat. Aut pulls up a spare chair, and places it between Tac and Thorne, flipping it around so he can straddle it. I note the snarl he gets from Brax, and Skid don’t look impressed to have him here either. In fact, everyone in the room is looking hostile toward him.
Sometimes I wonder if Autumn even cares that people don’t like him.
“Sergio’s been in touch.” Prez immediately grabs my attention. Serge sets up all my fights and pretty much runs the Northern states’ illegal fighting circuit. Him and Prez go way back.
“He thinks he knows who you’re coming up against.” Prez sounds worried.
I shift in my chair uncomfortably. Usually, this is where I start getting excited. When I’m fighting to make money for the club, my opponent is just my next challenge. This is different, there’s a lot more at stake than a couple grand and my pride.
I’m fucking nervous.
“Kullolli had a fight lined up for next week, his trainer pulled him out three days ago,” Prez continues.
“So, men pull out of fights all the time. How can he be sure that’s who it is?” Brax asks, taking a long drawback on his cigarette.
