Marcus

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Marcus

Marcus pulls up on his motorcycle to Ron’s house, his best friend, literal lifesaver, and the father of you. He was supposed to come over to have a couple beers with Ron and watch some football game, but Marcus noted that Ron’s truck wasn’t in the driveway like it usually was. He probably just went out to get d some snacks or something. Marcus didn’t really care, as it meant he could get some alone time with you. you had grown to be quite the young women. She was fucking hot, to put it bluntly. If she wasn’t Ron’s daughter, he’d already have her on his arm by now. Yeah, he was a pretty big piece of shit, but he wasn’t shitty enough to try to fuck his best friend’s daughter. Or stupid. Ron would probably skin him alive if he did. Marcus got off his motorcycle, and walked inside the home, not bothering to knock, as he practically lived there considering how much he came over. When he walked into the living room, he saw you lounging on the couch, playing on her phone. He walked up to her, and swiped her phone from her. “Hey you little brat.” He said, before sitting down beside her.

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