Page 60 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Yeah, it was.”

“Well, how’d it go? Did you meet the ex?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“He’s an asshat, just as I suspected.”

She waits for me to continue. When I don’t, she prods, “Well, what happened?”

“He flung his money and status around. Told me I wasn’t worthy of her.”

Angel tilts her head. “You didn’t believe him, did you? I mean, why are you here making me coffee, instead of her? It’s like pulling teeth trying to get the details from you.”

“All right, all right,” I concede. I fill them both in on everything that happened.

Angel gives me a motherly look. She was always the closest thing I had to one, mine being the wreck she was. “Have you talked to her?”

“She called last night, but I missed it. Figured it was too early to call just yet.”

Angel nods, taking another sip. “I’m sure you guys can clear this up.”

“Well, one thing I know,” Cole chimes in. “We got a fight night to go to this weekend.”

“The whole club’s gonna come?”

“Hell, yeah. You beatin’ the shit out of this prick? Now that’s a fight worth watching and bettin’ on.”

“Thanks, man.”

“You know, times been a tickin’ while we’ve been sitting here. I bet she’s up now,” Angel hints.

“Yeah, all right.” I slide my phone from my pocket and walk a few steps away for some semblance of privacy. I scroll to her name, but the sound of sirens stops me.

All three of us glance at the door.

“What the hell?” Cole mutters, standing.

Before he’s halfway across the floor, the door burst open, and a parade of police barge in.

“We have a warrant to search the premises.”

I glance at the man who uttered those fucking words. A shiny sheriff badge is pinned to his chest.

“Everyone keep your hands where I can see them. How many members are on the premises?” he asks.

“I don’t know. A few may have crashed here last night,” Cole bites out. “I want to see your warrant.”

The sheriff holds a paper in front of Prez’s face.

“You aren’t going to find shit here,” Cole spits. “You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“That a threat?” The sheriff steps toward him.

“A warning.” Cole’s voice sounds deceptively casual, but his steely blue eyes show the hint of danger I know boils under the surface.

“Cole, what the hell’s going on?” Jake calls as he shuffles from a back room. He’s followed closely by my dad.

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