Page 6 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Don’t mind him. He’s in love.” TJ throws a disgusted look at me.

“Love? Ha! Good luck.” Crash walks off, chuckling as he retreats.

CHAPTER TWO – BURGERS & FRIES

Marcus—

The club keeps me busy, so it’s several days before I can reach out to Brandy again, but I think of her each night when my head finally hits the pillow. I can’t wait until I can catch a break to go see her.

I’m wiping down the bar top at the clubhouse when I hear a sharp whistle and glance up.

“Hey, kid. Fill my bike up. I’m low.” Crash sends his keys sailing through the air toward me, and I catch them in a fist.

“Yes, sir.”

Being a prospect and at everyone’s beck and call—especially my sponsor’s—sucks sometimes, but I actually like the quiet time when I’m asked to go fill up a bike or shine one up in the garage. It’s my time to think, and lately all I think of is Brandy.

I take care of Crash’s Harley, and return to the clubhouse and a laundry list of shit to do: change the van’s oil and rotate the tires, clean the sweat and blood from the cage the boys use for fight night, make a beer run since last night’s party bled us dry, and change the sheets on all the brother’s beds.

I drag my hand down my face. I’m going to need some rubber gloves for at least one of these damn jobs.

The list takes most of the day, but finally I’m finished with the last task of restocking the coolers. It’s mostly quiet in the clubhouse now as I wait for Crash to release me.

He finally jerks his chin at me. “Hey, prospect, knock off. I’ll call you if I need you before tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.” I grab my keys and head to the door before he or anyone else thinks up something else for me to do. I’m ready to make my way to the girl who’s filled all my fantasies for the past four days.

Once I’m outside, I dash across the lot to my bike and roar out. A few miles down the road, I pull into a gas station. I need to fill up if I’m going to make the long haul to see Brandy, but also want to make sure she’s there before I do.

Pulling out my phone, I hit her name. She’s listed as Doll, which makes me grin knowing she’d be pissed if she ever sees that.

“Paul’s Grocery and Tap, Josh speaking.”

“Hey, man. Is Brandy there?”

“Yeah, she’s working. Let me get her.” I hear him call out. “Hey Brandy! Phone’s for you.”

A moment later, her sultry voice comes on the line. “This is Brandy.”

“Weird question. You got any Christmas tree cakes, doll?”

I can practically hear her smile through the phone as she chimes her line back at me. “Unless you’re my dad or keeping my bed warm, don’t call me doll, Marcus.”

I must be doin’ something right. The girl remembers my name.

“What can I do for you, doll?”

“I want to see you. When do you get off work?”

“Two a.m. Last call is at quarter to, but I’ll have to close up afterward.”

I glance at the clock on my phone. It’s almost midnight now. With the drive, I should just make it. “I’m heading your way. We can grab a bite or some coffee or something. You know of anywhere open all night?”

“Yeah, I know a place.”

“Great. Headed your way, babe.” I hear her huff out a breath before she concedes.

“I guess babe is better than doll.”

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