Page 33 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

I stand, shrug into my shirt and cut, and with a sly smile, I scoop Brandy’s black lace panties off the floor and stuff them in my hip pocket.

“What are you doing?” she squeals in panic.

“Memento of the best morning of my life.” Her face immediately softens, and she gives me that pretty smile I love coaxing out of her. “Walk me to the door?”

I don’t wait for a reply; I scoop her up, her legs going around my waist, and carry her naked through the apartment. I like that she lets me, with no argument or false modesty. She twines her arms around my neck and locks eyes with me.

By the time we’re at the door, I’m thinking about banging her against it, but duty calls. I press her back to the door and kiss her deeply. When I break it off, my gaze drops to those magnificent tits, and I give her a slight toss in the air, making them jiggle. She shrieks and clutches me, like I’d ever let her fall.

“Gotta trust me, babe.”

“I do.”

“Good to know. I’ll call you later, angel.” I let her down, kiss her once more, and walk out, cursing the fact that I have to leave her. I stride out to my bike and stare at the building while I strap on my helmet, swing my leg over and fire up my Harley. Brandy’s request plays through my mind. I know if I ever want a real shot with her, I’m going to have to let her ex know she’s mine now. And to hell with Daddy’s plan.

CHAPTER EIGHT – REWARD

Marcus—

Driving to the clubhouse, all I can think about is Brandy. The sex was off the charts, like I knew it would be, and now it’s left me craving more. I’ve also been thinking about the party. She hasn’t really asked me for anything, and I know it’s important to her. Last thing I want to do is let her down. Somehow, I’ve got to figure out the right time and place to ask Crash for permission. God only knows when that will be, especially with the Death Heads situation breathing down our necks.

I pull into the Evil Dead parking lot and spot Billy and TJ already sitting on their bikes, waiting to head out.

“About damn time,” Billy complains around a cigarette as I bring my bike to a stop next to him.

“Don’t give me any lip. You know how far I had to drive.”

“You’re putting a lot of miles on your bike for this girl,” TJ observes.

I readjust my package, giving a grin. “She’s worth it.”

“She turnin’ into something more than a challenge?” TJ prods.

“Yeah, I think she is.”

Billy tosses his cigarette. “All right, enough chitchat. We all know this is a step up in responsibilities. The club’s obviously checking to see if we can handle it. Let’s not fuck it up, boys.” He twirls his finger in the air, motioning us to roll out.

We make short work of several convenience stores and a couple of bars.

Our last stop is Sonny’s. We nod to Bobby, the muscle at the door as we pass through, our eyes adjusting to the sudden change in lighting. It’s still pretty early and mostly empty, but a pretty little redhead is twirling on a pole center stage. The chick’s legs kick upward, showing off her knee-high white cowboy boots and red sequined shorts. Then she moves to the middle and starts twirling her chest, making the silver tassels attached to her otherwise bare breasts whirl in a hypnotizing pattern. Her cowgirl look is complete with a sparkly cowgirl hat she lifts in salute to us with a saucy smile and a wink.

“That’s Red,” a tiny blonde carrying a tray of longnecks calls out to us.

It seems to break the trance, and we all turn.

I see Ronnie, the manager Sonny hired to see to the day-to-day nearly three decades ago, standing behind the bar, wiping a glass with a towel. He’s got gray peppered throughout his hair, but still the physique of a man who can hold his own. I nudge Billy, and we head in his direction.

“Well, hello boys. You here for the pickup?”

“Prez sent us,” Billy responds.

“Gotta say, I was surprised when Cole told me he was sending you boys. Only ever had a patched member do the pickup. Must not be too much longer for you three.”

“That’s the plan,” TJ replies.

“Come on back to the office; you can count it out.” He flips the dishtowel over his shoulder and jerks his chin for us to follow him back.

We walk down a long hallway. I glance in a room to the right and see several girls in the dressing room putting on makeup and adjusting costumes.

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