Page 50 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Dear God, I’m hanging up now,” she says.

“Dad, I do not need to hear this!” TJ puts both his hands over his ears trying to use them as earmuffs to block out any more sounds of his parent’s sex plans.

“Guess what, TJ?” Cole shouts. “Your mom and I have sex, and she’s a damn good lay.” He grins, pulling her into his chest and resting his head on hers.

“Lalalalalala,” TJ begins shouting.

“Leave him alone,” Angel chastises and swats at his leg, but her smile says she doesn’t actually mind.

“Love you, babe.” Green mashes the end button and turns. “Well, I think that went well. You and I both get a present.” He winks at me.

“Yeah, now I just have to figure out what to wear.” I scrunch my face to the side, wondering if the suit I wore in high school to my grandma’s funeral would still fit.

“What do you mean?” Crash asks.

“Well, she said she’s wearing a gown and that usually this thing is black tie. And I don’t own a fucking tux and don’t really have the cash to drop several hundred bucks on one.”

“Hey, if you need a tux, you should just wear Green’s,” Wolf suggests.

“Green, you own a tux?” I look back and find him licking chip crumbs off his fingers.

“Of course, I do. I’m not an animal. I’m high-class.”

Crash chokes on his whiskey. “The fuck you are. I remember us fairy godbrothers dragging your ass to buy one.”

“Wait. What?” Billy asks, confused. “This story I’ve got to hear. Why did you need a tux?”

“Because I had to go win my Cinderella.” Green grins, walking around to grab a longneck from the cooler behind the bar.

Crash snorts. “I’m positive you were the Cinderella going from rags to riches in that story.”

Green twists the cap off and flings it in the trashcan, ignoring him and turning to us. “Well, you prospects play your cards right, maybe I’ll tell you my story one day, and you can take notes on how to win the one that got away.”

“More like how to crash and burn.” Cole chuckles.

“Ouch, I’m still in physical therapy, asshole. That’s a little insensitive, you know. A little empathy would be nice.”

“Damn Green, I’m surprised you have such a large vocabulary,” Wolf adds, joining the jabbing.

“Don’t listen to them. I had Mrs. Green wrapped around my finger and her mouth wrapped around my—”

Crash cuts him off. “Too much goddamn information. I don’t want to be picturing your dick, Green.”

Green leans toward me. “It can be intimidating.” Then he raises his voice. “Crash, I’m sure Shannon thinks yours is just big enough. No need to get jealous.”

This gets him a beer bottle chunked at his head, which he easily ducks to the laughter from the rest.

Cole stands. “All right, all right. Let’s get back to more serious matters, brothers. Church in ten. Prospects, you’re on gate duty.”

The brothers amble in to the room, while we make our way to the chain-link fence that wraps around the perimeter of the property. Security is tight, considering the Death Heads are still a threat. But that worry doesn’t fill my head right now. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I can’t help but grin, realizing somehow Green is playing the role of Fairy Godbrother in my story.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – FINISHED

Marcus—

I adjust the cuffs of Green’s tux, studying my reflection in the bathroom mirror. He has a much stockier build, so it’s a bit big, but it should serve its purpose.

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