Page 63 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

He gives me a horrified expression. “I’m appalled by that suggestion. I am not some barbarian, Brandy. Honestly!”

“Fine. Pee and then go.”

“All right, all right.” He holds up his hands, like I win this round. This doesn’t feel like winning, though.

He pulls in a spot and follows me to the door.

***

Marcus—

The clubhouse takes hours to clean. Billy and TJ arrived about twenty minutes in to help, and the cleanup seemed to move much faster.

I throw the last bag of trash from the shit the cops broke into the dumpster. When I turn, Crash is leaning against the clubhouse door, chewing on a toothpick.

“Hey, knock off for a while. I’m going to need you to be on gate duty through the night. We want to keep our eyes open with the Death Heads and the cops breathing down our necks.” His eyes flick down at his watch. “Let’s say be back here by six.”

“Yes, sir.” I check the time on my phone; it’s only about ten now. I head to my bike. Time to go figure this shit out with Brandy.

***

I slow and park in an open spot on the road a few houses down from Brandy’s place. I’m about to climb off my bike when I see a Mercedes stop in front of her pad.

Brandy climbs from the car. She turns and talks to the driver for a minute, and then the car pulls into a spot and Holt steps out.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. My anger boils. She walks to the door, and I hold my breath. If she lets him in, I’m going to lose my shit.

She opens the door and steps back as he crosses the threshold.

I immediately rev my engine, the unmistakable rumble of my Harley rattling windows.

She quickly scans, searching the noise out. I roar out of my spot, and our eyes connect. She’s like a deer caught in the headlights when I speed past her, heading to my place.

***

Brandy—

Shit.

Before I can get over the shock, Marcus thunders past me.

I run into my place. “Holt, hurry up. You need to be on your way.”

The bathroom door opens, and he steps out, eyeing the place. “What’s the hurry? I think this is a perfect time to discuss our relationship.”

“We have no relationship, Holt. I ended it, and I let you hang around because you were friends with my dad, but now I see that was a mistake. We need to cut all ties. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“We had something good, Brandy. We were a perfect match—equal status and birth. We can be that again. Our marriage would be the talk of the town, as it should be. I’ll leave you alone today, but we’ll see if you still feel that way after Saturday.”

“What happens on Saturday?” I ask, confused.

“You’ll see. Until then, I’ll be thinking of you, my diamond.” I always hated when he used pet names for me like I was something he owned. He kisses me on the cheek as he passes, then slips through the door.

What the hell he’s talking about? I know of nothing going on Saturday, but I can’t worry about that now; I have to get to Marcus.

It takes me almost twenty minutes to find my damned keys. I really need to get one of those tracker things for them. Climbing into my truck, I throw it into reverse and hightail it out of there. It’s been almost an hour since Marcus rode by, so I know I’ll never catch up to him on the road. I don’t even know where he lives; the only place I know I can go is the club.

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