Marcus wanted to argue but, seeing Melissa so calm, he stayed quiet.
He squeezed her hand.
âI got it.
â
As they talked, Alexis and Leonel approached.
After Alexis had the baby, she had been drained.
When she approached, Leonel had held her, looking all cozy.
Marcus had felt a pang.
He shouldâve seen what Leonel was after.
Marcusâ eyes were watery but he remembered his wifeâs words.
âHey, Dadâs good.
Thanks, Leonel.
You can ask for anything.
Even a piece of Fowler Group, no sweat.
Just donât mess with my sister,â Marcus said tensely.
Melissa gripped Marcusâ arm, fretting.
Leonel paused, eyeing Alexis.
Then he turned to Melissa, âDo you mind taking Alexis to Dad first? I have something to chat with Marcus.
â
Melissa hesitated, worried.
Glaring at Leonel, Marcus told her, âTake her in.
â
As Alexis started to speak, Marcus cut in, âGo see Dad.
He was asking about you two as soon as he came to.
â
Leonelâs expression shifted at that.
Marcus did not miss that.
Once Alexis and Melissa left, Marcus shrugged off his jacket.
He stepped up to Leonel, grabbing his collar.
âDad mentions you the moment he wakes but what about you? We need your blood to save him, yet you threaten a woman you hurt deeply,â he snapped.
âDonât you remember how Dad saved your butt with blood when you were a kid? Donât you remember his lessons?â
Leonel knew it all.
Without Waylen, he wouldnât even be here.
But what could he do?
He was a jerk.
He was thankful for Waylen but he also still wanted Alexis.
This was his only shot.
Pushing Marcus off, fixing his clothes, Leonel smirked, âDo you want to brawl? Schedule it.
A hospitalâs no place for that, after all.
And about Alexis, donât sweat it.
Our dealâs sixty days.
If she bails, I get the kids and there will be no visits for her.
â
Marcus knew Leonel was pushing his buttons in an attempt to provoke him.
But he couldnât hold back.
âScrew you.
â
Leonel smirked.
âFight or Iâll go see Dad.
You said he mentioned me, right?â