Page 19 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

I move in front of Melissa, blocking her from view. “They’re none of your concern.”

I can’t let these assholes figure out who these girls really are—the daughters of patched members, club royalty, and Melissa a damn club princess.

A burly guy with a dark beard gives a gold-toothed grin in their direction. He’s the man in charge—the only one with an officer’s patch. “I don’t know. I think they may need to be introduced to some real men, not a bunch of little boys.” He leans around me, directing his next comment at the girls. “We can take you for a real ride. The things I’d do to those bodies.” His sick eyes travel up and down while he licks his lips. “What do you think, Trigger? We need a little comfort on this ride?”

The man named Trigger nods. “Yeah Jackal, I could go for a tight fuck.”

Jackal, the name fits with his evil smile.

TJ steps forward. “You keep your fucking hands off them.” His voice is low but commanding.

“Get in the car and lock the doors, girls.” Marcus hisses out the order, never taking his eyes off the threat.

“Oh, the little boys want to fight for them.” Jackal takes a step toward TJ.

I shove him back. “I’m the one you’re talking to here.”

Jackal grabs my collar. “Did you just put your damn hands on me prospect?” His nostrils flare, and his eyes look a little crazed, making me wonder what drugs are running through his veins.

I lift my chin. I can’t back down, and I can’t show fear. Not to these guys. “Yeah, I believe I did.”

His fist slams into my jaw, driving me a step back. TJ and Marcus move forward, but I wave them off. They need to remain solely focused on standing between these fuckers and the girls.

I shove Jackal again. His hand moves to his sidearm. I reach for mine as well, and I’m afraid that in another second we’re going to be in a Mexican standoff, both barrels pointing at each other.

Thankfully, another Death Head steps between us. “Too many eyes, Jackal, and this isn’t part of our plan. Look.” He jerks his chin toward the next set of pumps where a van full of college students just rolled up, their faces pressed to the glass and wide eyes on us.

Jackal lowers his hand from the butt of the pistol I know is under his vest, and I let out a breath.

“You’re right, Whiskey. Let’s roll. Ladies, we’ll be seein’ you two real soon.” He stares at them, licking his lips.

“What’s this plan of yours?” I call, trying to get any details I can.

Jackal chuckles. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll find out soon enough.”

They mount their bikes, fire them up, and roar off the lot, thundering through the intersection. I watch until their taillights disappear around a bend and out of sight, the rumble of their pipes fading away.

I grab my almost forgotten phone off the hood, seeing the call is still open. “Did you get that?”

“Yeah, is everyone okay?” When I hear Cole’s voice in my ear, I realize it’s not just my father on the line anymore.

“Yes, sir. They drove off. We managed to get the car running right before they pulled up, so we’re high-tailing it out of here as soon as I hang up.”

“Good. Stay on I-80. We’re coming to you as fast as we can.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Billy?”

“Sir?”

“Don’t let anything happen to our fucking girls, understand?” As if I didn’t already know what was at stake. My eyes connect with Melissa’s through the windshield.

“I won’t. Got my word on that, sir.”

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