Page 43 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Marcus. Inside. Now. Cole’s making an announcement.”

CHAPTER TEN – GREEN EYES & MAI TAIS

Marcus—

When Brandy and I walk inside, Cole stands in the center of the room near a chair, where JP is now sitting.

“All right, everybody. We’re here to celebrate JP. He and the War Dogs have always been good friends to the Evil Dead. We really appreciate that friendship. Now raise your glasses, bottles, and shots to JP. Happy Birthday, old man!” Cole glances to his side. “Mack, did you want to say a few words?”

Mack slides from his stool and walks to Cole’s side. “I just want to repeat the sentiments Cole stated. We have always been happy to have the War Dogs as our friends. Now, JP, you old dog, happy birthday and enjoy the show.” He winks.

The music starts playing a recording of Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday Mr. President as two scantily dressed Sonny’s girls come out, holding a cake between them. Lit in the middle stands a big 70 in wax. Once he blows out the candle, the girls move to the side and a third struts out. She’s a blonde with quite a rack, wearing a flouncy white dress to complete the Marilyn look. She walks right up to him and does a fast twirl, her dress flares up revealing a red thong underneath. Whistles echo from around the room.

I spot Billy and TJ standing off to the side. I tug Brandy’s hand. “Come on, babe. Let’s make our way to the boys.

Her eyes follow where I gesture. “Sure.”

As we make our way through the crowd, the dress the dancer was wearing hits the floor, and whistles and shouts ring out while she continues her birthday lap dance.

“Hey guys. Some show, huh?” I ask as we get close.

“Yep.” TJ nods.

“Oh, I could give a better one,” TJ’s girl giggles.

“Well, I think you’re going to have to prove that.” TJ waggles his brows.

“I’d ask how your night’s going, but I have a feeling it’s about to get worse,” I say to Billy.

“Why the hell do you say that?”

I lift my chin. “Because here comes Prez.”

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Billy—

“Hey boys, having a good time?” Cole asks.

“Yeah, thanks for this.” Marcus nods at the action.

“Appreciate it,” I add.

Cole arcs a brow. “Can’t be that much fun. I don’t see a lady under your arm.”

“I’m just enjoying the night off,” I reply, not skipping a beat.

“Well, let me help you make it even more enjoyable.” Cole whistles, pointing at one of Sonny’s girls, and then crooks his finger beckoning her over. She struts across the floor, her long brown hair sashaying around her lower back. She’s wearing a pair of leather pants and a silver top that looks more bra than shirt. She’s well-endowed, and it’s on full display. “What’s your name, doll?”

“Peyton, but you can call me anything you want.” She runs her fingers up Cole’s cut.

“Hey, Peyton.” He looks down at her fingers, the corners of his mouth rising, and his eyes lift to hers. Then he taps me in the chest with his hand. “This is Billy.” Her sultry brown eyes move to mine. She bats her long lashes and smiles seductively.

“His date fell through; can you keep him company?” Cole gives her a crooked smile.

“Sure, hun.”

“That’s not necessary,” I respond. She’s sex on a stick, and I’m sure men are lining up for a chance with her, but the only woman holding my attention has the blonde curls of a goddess and intoxicating green eyes.

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