Page 36 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

Taking her hand, I lead her toward one of the barrels where I see Billy, TJ, and the hot little redhead from Sonny’s.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” I ask.

“Fine. Hey, Brandy,” Billy calls, tipping his beer in her direction.

“Hey, Billy. Good to see you.”

TJ lifts his hand from around the blonde chick to wave. “I’m TJ. This is Kelly.” He nods to the girl under his arm.

“Hi.”

“So, who are those prospects?” I ask Billy, gesturing toward the open gates.

“Dead Souls. They’re loaning the club their prospects so we can participate in the party. Guess Cole still wanted someone manning the gate.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to be caught off guard. Think they can actually handle the job?”

“What, stand at a gate?” TJ jokes. “They seem to be doing just fine.”

“Hey, where’s your date?” I finally notice the lack of one with Billy.

TJ shakes his head and scoffs. “Dumbass didn’t bring one. Thought he’d throw all our warnings out the window and walk right into the trap my dad has set for him.”

“That was stupid,” I agree.

“He’s not setting up some damn trap. You’re both overthinking the fuck out of this,” Billy grumbles, taking a sip off of his beer.

“Yeah, okay. But don’t say we didn’t warn you. Come on Brandy, let’s grab a drink.”

“Sure.” She smiles. “Nice to see you guys again.”

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Brandy—

Marcus leads me through the doors into a big open room with music thumping. A bar sits along the wall, stools packed with people. Several tables are scattered throughout and a pool table sits off in a corner, a game already in play. We make our way through the crowd to a bar top. Marcus reaches into a bucket full of ice, pulling out two longnecks.

“Beer okay?”

“Of course.” He pops the top off, and I take mine, tilting it for a drink.

Several older, but quite attractive, women walk out of a doorway carrying trays of uncooked meat.

One with long beautiful honey colored hair calls out, “Marcus, be a doll and grab the door.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly moves to do her bidding.

“Now, Marcus, I’m not that old, am I?” She teases as she walks through.

“Of course not.” He gives her a bashful smile. “Just trying to show you some respect.”

“And who’s this?” a petite brunette asks, nodding in my direction.

The blonde in front turns to get a better look at me. “Oh, you must be the girl Cole was telling me about. I’m Angel, Cole’s wife. I’d shake your hand, but…” She lifts the tray slightly.

With her brilliant green eyes aimed in my direction, I can definitely see how she turned that man’s head. “Hi, I’m Brandy.”

“I’m Crystal, Wolf’s ol’ lady.” The brunette lifts her chin and then tilts her head to another blonde woman. “And that’s Shannon, she’s Crash’s.”

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