Saturday,my siblings and I all gathered to support Scarlet’s boyfriend, former MMA champion, Cade St. James, and his gym, Crucible. They hold a fundraiser each year to support local veterans’ programs. Hudson, who Cade now trains, is the current US MMA Champion. His next title fight is in a few months, so he wasn’t able to fight tonight. But according to him, he was the perfect MC for the event.
According to Scarlet, they were able to raise more money tonight than ever before.
Luckily for me, Cade kept his word and didn’t tell my sister I matched all his other donations and then some.
My little assistant isn’t the only one who believes in giving back, even if I failed to share that with her. I may have been lucky enough to be born into generational wealth, but I don’t take the responsibility that comes with it lightly. I would have started a charitable division of the Revolution with or without Daphne bringing it up. But seeing the fire in her eyes when she talked about it left me with no doubt that she’s the one to run it.
Though, she needs to show me she’s capable of building this foundation from the ground up. I need her to do the leg work if she wants to run it one day. She needs to understand every aspect of it to make it a success.
And I have no doubt she will.
Daphne hasn’t hesitated with anything I’ve asked of her.
She may be a little feisty, but she’s very good at her job.
And I enjoy her attitude... maybe a little too much.
“No luck on the home front?” Becks piles into the back of the Range Rover after the final fight of the fundraiser, and Sawyer and I take the two captain’s chairs in the next row. Somehow, these two asses convinced me to head to Kingdom for a drink with them.
“The home front?” I look between the two of them. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Sawyer shakes his head. “I think what our idiot brother is asking is how’s the house hunt going?” He turns around to face Becks in the row behind us. “Becket, you’re a lawyer, for fuck’s sake. Aren’t you supposed to be able to speak circles around the rest of us?”
I let Luka know where to go, then relax into my chair and listen to my brothers argue before stepping in. “I don’t remember looking for a place sucking this bad when I bought the penthouse. I went out with the realtor once last week and didn’t like anything.”
“Is she hot?” Becks kicks his feet up on my arm rest, and I shove them down, ignoring his question.
“You looking at another penthouse or thinking about a house this time?” Sawyer pulls something up on his cell phone, then hands it to me. “This just went on the market. It’s not too far from Sam and Amelia. I saw the sign on the gate the other day.”
I scan over the screen, then send myself the link. Maybe it’s time to think bigger.
“Thanks, man. I hadn’t really thought about a house, but maybe it’s the way to go. More space. More privacy.” I wish I could just have one of them do this shit for me. But not taking the time is how I ended up being thirty-two and still living at Dad’s.
* * *
We weren’t inside Kingdom ten minutes before Sawyer ended up behind the bar. It’s close to midnight, and the place is packed. Luckily, Becks and I are seated at the back of the bar, tucked into a corner. When one Kingston is out, it’s not too hard to avoid being noticed. Add a second or third, and flying under the radar gets harder.
Especially somewhere that bears our name.
The thumping beat of the bass is like a heartbeat throbbing through the crowd while the packed dance floor moves in time, singing along with the band. By The Edge is doing a reunion tour, and Sawyer was lucky enough to get them to agree to stop by for a set tonight since they’re in town.
Pretty sure they’re Lenny’s favorite band.
She’s going to be so pissed she missed them.
Sawyer places two beers in front of Becks and me just as his name is squealed from behind us, and a tiny brunette squeezes in next to us.
“Sawyerrrr...” The obviously intoxicated woman screeches to a halt next to me and reaches across the bar to squeeze my brother. “How are you?”
I move over to make room, and she quickly turns to look at me.
“Wow. It’s a whole mess of Kingstons.” Carys Murphy stares back at me with her blinding smile. “Hey, Max.” She looks around me and waves. “Hiya, Becks.”
Sawyer leans across the bar and squeezes her hands. “Hey, Carys. How long are you in town?”
A group of women approach, and another familiar voice answers before Carys can.
“As long as we can keep her.” Daphne is standing in the center of two other women. One I recognize. She’s been in the Sinclairs’ suite during the Kings games. Her brother was just drafted to Baltimore and just married Coach’s daughter.