Page 32 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

BILLY: WE’RE BEING SENT TO MAKE A PICKUP. GET YOUR ASS BACK SO WE CAN GET STARTED.

I frown. I know exactly what type of pickup he’s talking about. Money. Payments. Sometimes protection payments, sometimes from a business the club has part or full ownership in. But prospects aren’t sent to make pickups. At least, we haven’t been until now. My thumb moves over the screen.

ME: WHERE?

BILLY: SONNY’S

Holy shit. The local strip club the MC owns.

I huff out a breath, swinging my legs over the bed and sit up. I feel Brandy’s warm, soft hand stroke my back.

“Where are you going?” she purrs.

“Duty calls,” I reply, peering over my shoulder at this beauty and wondering how the hell I got so lucky.

“Oh, hey. I wanted to ask you something.”

I twist and lean over her, my hands on either side. “Okay. Shoot.”

She runs her fingers up my arm. “So, are you on duty all the time, or do you ever get a chance to do something without being beckoned away?”

My gaze sweeps over her face, not missing the little frown line between her brows. “Well, I’m still a prospect. So no, not really. Not without permission. Why?”

“It’s just that I have this Christmas party my parents throw every year, and I thought maybe you’d want to come with me.” She runs her finger in a circle on my bicep, not making eye contact. “My ex will be there, and I didn’t really want to go alone…”

I shift my head, trying to catch her eyes. “So, you want me to come so you can rub me in his face?”

“More like armor to allow me to enjoy the party with someone I actually want to spend time with.”

“Who’s this ex? Why’s he going to be at the party?” The red flags start piling up.

“Well, my dad invited him. He and my dad play tennis together.”

“Tennis?” I question, quirking an eyebrow. “Your dad know you don’t want him there?” I cut right to the chase, wanting to know how much of an opening this guy still has.

“No, my dad has kind of viewed him as the son he’s never had, and I didn’t want to ruin that for him.”

My heart drops a little. Well, this just got fucking complicated. Now I’m competing with some prick who’s already the favorite with Daddy. I can’t imagine an MC biker will hold a candle to him. Her father probably won’t even let me through the door.

“He’s the one you went to Catalina with, isn’t he?”

Brandy looks down and nods. “Yes, but there’s nothing between us now.”

I’m not sure whether to believe her. Hell, we’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks.

“Does he know that?”

“Of course he does. I broke up with him when he turned out to be a jerk.”

“Just sayin’, sounds like he and Daddy might be trying for a second chance.”

“Well, tough. I don’t want him. I want you.”

Those three words have me smiling. “Good to know. When is it?”

“Two weeks.”

I dip my head and brush her lips in a sweet kiss. “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll see if I can pull it off,” I relent. How I’m going to swing a night off, I don’t have a clue.

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