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I am laughing at the situation when Tae smiles and lifts his hand.

“That would be me.”

“Fuck… this is going to be a long day.” Damián lets out a groan.

I pull him closer and kiss his cheek. “I think it’s going to be a great day.”

Law is the first to reach us. “Alistair Fitzwilliam, but you can call me Law.” He extends a hand to me with a smile, his blue eyes looking lighter up close. “Welcome. Do make yourself at home, and I must apologize for that lot. They’re a bit rowdy, but harmless.”

“No need,” I say, shaking his hand. “Though I would like to know the bets you guys have. Maybe I want to put money on one.”

The men, who are now gathered around us, stare at me, shocked, and then Damián bursts out laughing.

“That’s the spirit! I’m Björn. That’s my other half, Leif.”

“Hej, Ollie!” Leif waves.

“Jeong Tae. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” I say, feeling my face blush.

I’m just not used to being around this many friendly people at once, but more importantly, these guys mean everything to the man I’m falling for, and the nerves are absolutely killing me.

I really, really don’t want to mess this up.

“It’s very nice to meet you all—”

“Ollie!” a voice screams from a sliding door to the main house.

I look up and see Finnian carrying a large tray of food, followed closely by Logan.

Damián told me Finnian has had a huge crush on Logan for years, and looking at him, I kinda understand why.

The man is in his early forties, but he looks stronger and better than most guys my age. His honey-blond hair perfectly matches his beard and intense eyes… Plus, he’s currently carrying two trays just to help Finnian bring the food out.

What a gentleman.

Finnian passes Logan his tray, and Logan carries it as if it’s nothing. Then Finnian runs toward me, throwing both arms around my neck and hugging me tight.

“Hi, Finni,” I chuckle, hugging him back. “How are you?”

“Wait, wait!” Björn points at us, and his jaw drops. “Can we do that? Why wasn’t I informed that we could hug Mini-boss?”

“Because you can’t,” Damián says, pulling me slightly behind his shoulder the second Finnian lets go.

“Mmm… I see a lot of preferential treatment happening here.”

“There is.” Damián points a finger at his own chest. “Mine. And for the last time, Björn, stop calling Ollie a mini-boss drug lord.”

“I don’t mind, Dami,” I say, patting his arm. “Even though the nickname is only half right.”

They all look confused, so I take a step toward Björn and smirk.

“I might not be mini… but I am the boss.”

Björn’s jaw practically drops. “Holy fuck…”

“Wow,” Knox laughs. “I’ve never seen Björn speechless before. We need to get a picture of this.”