Page 110 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“I know.” I quickly assure him. “But what I’m about to tell you is going to be hard to hear.”

He seems to still and is silent for a few seconds. “I’m at the clubhouse. What the hell is it?”

“I was supposed to meet Brandy at my place.” I spew out the details, wanting the words out of my mouth as quickly as possible, as if that will make it hurt less. “Harley was dropping her off. Her car is here, but they’re gone. My place is destroyed like there was a struggle. I think they were taken.” I stop to take a breath, choking on the last sentence.

A tormented cry rips from Crash’s mouth, and I hear the phone drop to the floor.

A few seconds later, Cole’s voice booms through the line. “Who the hell is this? What’s going on?”

I swallow. “It’s me, Marcus. The girls are gone.”

“What do you mean, they’re gone?”

“I told Brandy to come back to my place, but when I got home Harley’s car is outside, but the girls aren’t here, and it looks like there was a struggle.”

“Was Melissa with her?”

I can tell from the bite in his voice he’s barely holding it together himself.

“No, no.” I reassure him. “She stayed home sick. It was Brandy and Harley.” My voice cracks at the end. Saying the words again brings my world crashing down. I’m trying to hold it together, but I have no idea what kind of danger these girls are in.

“Give me the address. Don’t move.”

I do, and then I sink to the floor, my hands cradling my head, and let the emotions wash over me.Oh my God. Brandy, where are you? What the hell happened here?

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE – LOCK DOWN

Marcus—

Boots stomp up my front steps, and I open the door.

Cole, Crash, Wolf, and Red Dog troop inside my small house. Their eyes roam over the damage, and I can sense Crash is barely holding it together. The skin of his face is tightly drawn, and his jaw is locked.

“What happened?” Red Dog scans the damage.

“I have no idea.”

“Ever have any problems out of anyone?” Cole’s eyes lock on me.

“Nothing. Other than with the club.”

He nods. “Did you move anything? Talk to anyone?”

“No.”

“Red Dog, Wolf, check if the neighbors heard anything.”

The two of them stride out the door at our president's command, freeing up more space to maneuver around my small living room.

Cole lifts his chin. “Let’s look around. See if we can find any hints at who the hell did this.”

I turn my coffee table upright and the remaining cracked glass top crumbles to the floor.

Crash rights the entryway table, and we put the spilled contents back on it.

Cole moves through the apartment, his sharp eyes scanning for any detail out of place.

We’ve been at it for about fifteen minutes when Red Dog and Wolf make their way back in.

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