Page 38 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Of course he did.” She lifts a hand toward me. “Look at you. The boy would be an idiot not to come back.”

“What happened then?” Angel asks, passing another plate of meat to Red Dog.

“It was last call. There was this one customer giving me a hard time. You know, getting all touchy feely.”

“Oh, God. I can’t wait to hear how Marcus handled that. Was he wearing his colors?” Crystal asked.

“Colors?” I frown.

“His vest. The one with the prospect patch,” Angel answers.

“Um, yes. I guess he was. Why?”

Angel tilts her head. “Anytime he’s wearing it, he represents the club. That includes how he handles himself in public. So, what’d he do to the guy?”

“How do you know he did anything?”

She gives me a look. “Really?”

“Okay, yes, he punched the guy in the face for me.”

Shannon giggles and covers her mouth. “Oh, my God.”

“Good for him.” Angel nods, folding her arms.

“Let’s just say I was glad he was there,” I admit quietly.

“I always think it’s sexy when a man protects his woman,” Crystal chimes from where she sits at the table, resting her chin in her palm.

“Well, that’s a member for you. All these men would have done the same thing for their women. Hell, I’m pretty sure they all already have done it at least once.” Angel reaches out and squeezes my hand.

“So, how’d he end up a prospect here, anyway?” I ask.

Angel lifted a brow. “That’s his story to tell, but I can say he kind of became mine and Mary‘s adopted son. He was always hanging at our houses with our boys, and he started to see the brotherhood created by the club. I think that’s something he’s always craved.”

“What’s that?” My brows knit.

“A family. Or at least one that gave a damn about him.” Angel sighs, shaking her head. “But I’ve probably said too much already. He’ll have to tell you the rest.”

Yes, he will. After all, he still owes me something personal. Of course, I feel kind of like a fraud expecting him to share his family, when I’ve intentionally avoided telling him too much about mine.

Marcus makes his way across the yard to me.

“Hey, are the ladies treating you well?”

“Of course we are.” Crystal throws a bun at him. He juggles to catch it against his chest and tosses it back.

“Good. Come with me.” He holds his hand out. “I want to introduce you to my sponsor.”

I slip my hand in his, and he pulls me up from my spot on the bench. “Nice hanging with you ladies.” I smile as we retreat across the yard. Once we’re out of earshot, I lean in and whisper in his ear. “What’s a sponsor?”

“He’s the brother who guides me through the process of prospecting. He’s kind of my boss while I wait to get my patch.”

“Gotcha. Like a big sis in a sorority.”

He tilts his head back to the sky, closing his eyes. “Could you please stop comparing the club to a sorority?”

“I think it’s kind of funny.” I grin.

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