Page 44 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

Eyes that are watching me from across the club.

Cole tilts his head to the side. “Prospect, are you refusing a gift from your President?”

“No, sir.” I flex my jaw. I want to glance Melissa’s way, but Cole’s drilling into my every move.

“How are you doing, sugar?” Peyton asks, sliding her arms around my waist and under my cut. I want nothing more than to push her arms off, but Cole is still watching.

“Doing better now.” I try to sound believable, hoping he’ll move away and become distracted by his own woman.

“Why don’t you come have a drink with me?” Peyton runs her hands over my chest and then down my biceps, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the bar.

Once we’re a few steps from Cole, I risk a glance at Melissa.

Her usually warm green eyes seem to shoot daggers my way. She lifts her chin slightly and whirls away from me, her blonde curls bouncing as she stalks off.

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Melissa—

Seeing Billy standing with one of Sonny’s girls makes my temper boil. I want nothing more than to yank her by her skanky brown hair away from him, but I know I can’t do that. So, I’ll do the next best thing. I turn away, searching out someone to serve my purpose. My eyes scan the crowd and land on a couple of young guys. Perfect.

I grab Harley Jean’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go have some fun.”

“Okay. Sure.” That’s something I love about Harley Jean. She’s always down for a good time.

We make our way to the table in the corner, and I come to a stop. They’re even cuter up close. Their gazes scan up my body, and slow grins pull at their lips.

“Hey, ladies. Want to join us?” the one on the right asks.

“We’d love to. Harley Jean, why don’t you sit there?” I gesture to the only open chair.

One of the men starts to stand, but I place my hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, but no need to move. I can sit right here.” I slide onto his lap.

“You sure can, doll.” He flashes his white teeth.

I’ve angled myself so I can see almost the entire room. I’m thankful how packed it is. It seems everyone is occupied with their own fun, so thankfully, no Evil Dead have noticed me sitting in this guy’s lap. I don’t think it’d go over well, but at the moment, I don’t care.

“I’m Melissa.” I gesture across the table. “That’s Harley Jean.”

“Name’s Logan. That’s Jared and Nicco.”

I glance at the other two men. “Nice to meet you.”

Jared is taller and lankier, while Nicco has a stockier build. His tanned skin and jet-black hair are contrasted by his ice-blue eyes.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Logan’s hand lands on my knee.

I wink, grab his beer from the table, and take a sip.

My eyes search the crowd, finding Billy. He’s leaned against the bar holding a longneck; the slutty Sonny’s girl stands between his legs leaned against his chest. He’s nodding every now and again, but I can tell he’s searching the crowd. He hasn’t spotted me yet.

“So, who are you boys here with?” I ask, giving Logan my best sultry smile. He really is attractive with his light stubble running along his chiseled jawline. His sandy brown hair hangs just long enough to make a girl want to run her hands through it to brush it out of his face.

“We came with the War Dogs, but we’re not members. We never served, but we’re part of the family. My father is Rusty.” Logan then gestures to the other two. “Jared’s uncle is in the club, and so is Nicco’s brother.”

I take another sip of Logan’s beer and spot Billy watching me from across the club. His eyes drill into mine, and his fists clench at his side. Good.

I turn back to Logan. His hand now moved up to my thigh, and I can’t help but hope Billy can see the way Logan is touching me.

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