27. Chapter 22
Marcus
I carefully wrap my hands up and stand. The mats lay out in front of me. I crack my neck side to side. Wiggling out my stiff limbs, I jog in place.
“Son, what a surprise to see you here.”
“ What a surprise it isn't to see me here. This is my gym, what’s up?” I start a slow warm up on one of the bags in the corner.
Placing my back to the corner. Rule number one, an exposed back to your enemy will lead to more problems, like a shiv to the back.
“Have you decided what you're going to do with Evie?” He fuckin disgusts me.
“Keep her name out of your mouth. I got her under control. We will hold responsibility for her. You have way more to worry about than some girl who wants to play house.” I keep punching the bag but harder and harder. I imagine his head on the bag.
“If she goes out of line at all, I will not hesitate.”
I drop my hands to the side and come around to face him.
Looking into his devilish eyes all I can see is the fear I had of him as a child.
If you can even call him a father. The man made me crawl up to his boot and kiss it.
I would have to beg and beg to have anything to eat.
He let me loose in the streets and thought it would just toughen me up.
It did toughen me up all right. If I wanted to, I could just beat the shit out of him right now and call it good.
Unfortunately, that’s not an option. I have to do this strategically.
One day it will be his time and when that time comes, it’s gonna be in my hands. I put my arm around him.
“I have her taken care of, don't you worry. She will be fully initiated into the gang in time.”