Page 18 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

Red Dog—

My phone vibrates in my pocket. As I pull it out, I realize it’s lit up with my son’s name. Dammit. I huff out a breath and bark into the receiver. “You better not be calling me to bail your ass out. And you better have both those girls and be gettin’ your asses home.”

I hold the phone tight to my ear, but there’s no response. I glance down to make sure the call is still connected. Did he accidentally call me? Wouldn’t be the first time he butt-dialed me. I put it back to my ear. “Billy, you there?”

I’m about to hang up when I hear a sound on the other end, and it’s not Billy’s voice.

“What are you boys doing out this way?”

“I could ask you the same. This isn’t Death Head territory,” Billy replies.

A chill runs up my spine. Shit. Death Heads are with them, and they’re almost four fucking hours away.

I drop my cigarette and take off for the clubhouse door, keeping the phone to my ear.

“Who are you prospecting for, kid? The Evil Dead or those punk-ass Dead Souls?”

I throw open the door to the clubhouse, sprinting inside.

“Whoa, Red Dog, I didn’t know you knew how to run.”

I jerk my head to see Crash leaned in a chair, grinning. My eyes connect with his and the panic must be clear.

His smile falters, and he slams the chair down. “What’s wrong?”

“Death Heads are with the boys right fucking now.”

He jumps up. “Are the girls with them?”

“I don’t know. I can just hear them talking.” My eyes scan the room. “Where’s Cole?”

“His office.”

I run down the hall with Crash on my heels and throw the door open.

“What the hell? What’s going on?” Cole looks up, startled.

I push speaker on my phone and set it on the desk. Billy’s voice comes over the open line.

“We’re with the Evil Dead, and I know for a fact that four members of the Death Heads—including an officer—sure as hell don’t belong in this state.”

Cole immediately stills in his chair, and his eyes connect with mine. “Holy fuck.”

I swallow and stare at the phone. I’m proud of the way Billy is trying to get us as much information as he can.

There’s a deep chuckle. “We’ll see about that. And what are you doing out here by yourselves and with such hot babes? Doesn’t seem like you’ve earned that kind of company yet.”

We can almost hear the sickening smile the fucker must be making as he gestures to the girls.

Cole’s eyes lift from the phone to connect with Crash’s. Both their daughters are there, and the only thing standing between them and one of the most notorious MCs around are three of our prospects. And my son is the one in charge. Terror for all their safety flashes through me.

Crash leans forward, his hand clenching like he wants to reach through the phone and strangle this motherfucker. A moment later, he spins and slams his fist into the wall.

“Quiet,” Cole hisses, surging to his feet, his chair flying back. He puts his knuckles on the desk and leans closer to the phone, intent on hearing every word.

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Billy—

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