Untamed Aggression (Bikers of Mayhem #4)

Prologue

MARCUS

Using his butt, Marcus pushed open the back door and let himself into the kitchen.

“Oh good. You’re back,” Marcus heard his stepmother say as he walked through the door.

His back was to her, so he couldn’t see where she was. He let out a huff as he dropped the bags of groceries onto the kitchen counter.

“What did you bring?” his stepmom asked, shoving Marcus out of the way so she could bend over and begin rummaging through the bags.

“Just the usual—bread, eggs, milk, and meat for dinner,” Marcus answered, annoyed that his stepmother was acting like a vulture.

It was always the same with his parents; they never did anything to help out around the house, but they were always the first to pick the refrigerator clean when Marcus did the grocery shopping—which was basically every week.

“Oh good, you’re back,” Marcus’s father repeated as he walked into the kitchen carrying his ragged riding knapsack. The damn thing was older than time itself.

Marcus glanced down at the kitchen table and noticed the small overnight bag his stepmom used for her personal items: makeup, condoms, and travel-sized tequila. All the essentials a biker chick needed when hitting the road with her man.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Marcus asked as his father shoved his wallet into the back of his jeans.

“What does it look like?” his father asked, throwing him a ridiculous face as he picked up a bottle of gin and shoved it into his wife’s bag. “Packing a fuckin’ bag is what we’re doin’.”

“Your dad and I are going to take a ride out west. Hit a few bars, take in some sites. We’ll probably crash at one of those motels by the side of the road. We should be back by mid-next week.”

Marcus looked at them both as they continued to pack like nothing was wrong.

“But… you can’t!” Marcus shouted.

Both his parents stopped what they were doing and looked over at him.

“And why is that?” Marcus’s father asked, straightening up and giving him a pissed-off look. If there was one thing you didn’t do, it was question the big guy or raise your voice to him.

“You promised to take Ace to the water park today. He’s been looking forward to it all week. I even bought him those gummy wrap things that he likes,” Marcus said, pulling out the box of candy snacks from the bag he was holding.

Marcus’s stepmother scrunched her face. “Oh, Ace doesn’t give a crap about some stupid water park. He probably won’t even remember we said we were going to go when he wakes up.” She returned to her packing. “Don’t worry, we’ll take him another time.”

That was the same thing she had been saying for the past two months. Summer was quickly coming to an end. If they didn’t go soon, his little brother wouldn’t get to go until next year.

“No. He won’t forget. You promised him that you would take him, so you’re going to do it,” Marcus barked back.

His father was suddenly in his face.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that, you hear?”

Marcus glared at the piece of shit that squirted him from his balls twenty-three years ago. While Marcus was all grown and didn’t need shit from his parents, Ace was only ten. He still believed the things his parents said.

“Oh, and make sure you clean up this place before we get back. It’s starting to develop a funky smell around the living room,” his father ordered.

Marcus glared at his father.

One day, the lazy-ass would suffer a little accident. Perhaps his brakes would fail, or he would take a corner too fast, but one day, Marcus’s father and Ace’s mother would not make it back from their road trips.

Shoving a few items into the fridge, Marcus watched as his stepmother helped herself to a few of the things he had just purchased and shoved them into her bag.

Lazy fuckers.

Once the roar of his father’s motorcycle had disappeared down the block, Marcus picked up his cell phone and scrolled through his contact list.

“Hey, Michelle, sorry, but I can’t make our date today. Yeah, I know it’s last minute, but my parents flaked, and I’ve got to take my little bro out to the water park today.”

Marcus listened as Michelle barked back at him, complaining that this was bullshit, and she was tired of always being pushed aside.

“Look, we can go tomorrow. I just can’t abandon my brother today. He’s been looking forward to this outing all week.”

Marcus felt bad that he was canceling his date at the last minute, but his little brother came first. While their parents might not give a shit about them, Marcus was sure as hell going to show his little brother that he cared, even if he was only Ace’s stepbrother.

The little dude deserved the world. Marcus’s love life could wait.

Growing tired of the woman yelling at him over the phone, Marcus decided to bark back.

“Look, I’m sorry if you can’t understand what family means. But to me, family comes first. So go enjoy your time in Arizona, and don’t ever call me again, bitch.”

The line went dead.

Fucking bitch.

He and Michelle had only recently started dating.

They had hooked up at a friend’s bonfire party—well, actually, it had been Michelle riding his dick, while her roommate rode his face.

Marcus had decided to date Michelle because she was the one with the bigger tits.

She was the one who had suggested they go away for a few days, just the two of them.

Marcus got the sense that she was just trying to get him away from his brother and the guys.

Some women just craved all the attention.

“Marcus? Why are you yelling?” a sleepy voice asked from behind him.

Marcus turned around just as a little dude wearing race-car pajamas entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

It was only after he lowered his hands that realization set in.

“Yay! Water park! Today is the day!”

Ace began jumping up and down, pumping his fists in the air with so much excitement.

It was because of this reaction that Marcus knew he couldn’t let his little brother down. Even if their parents were pieces of shit, he was not going to be.

“Yes. Today, we are going to the water park!” Marcus cheered, reaching down and scooping up his little brother. “Do you know what ride you want to try first?”

“The big one that goes down and then like this.” Ace used his hand to mimic the path of a water slide.

Marcus had never been to the park, but he guessed they all looked alike.

He placed his brother down on the floor and tousled his hair.

“Okay, go put on your swimsuit, and I’ll finish packing our lunches.”

Ace ran off with a squeal, apparently not even noticing that his parents were nowhere to be found.

It was nothing new for them. It was a rare occasion when their parents were ever around.