Trash Son-in-law is the Almighty Marshal

CHAPTER 3

Marcus stared at the video that showed him kneeling beside Gerard Hall’s Bentley, desperately spitting onto his palm and wiping the car with it.

Someone had uploaded the footage already, and the number of views at the top of the screen was increasing rapidly.

“Holy crap,” the second guard wheezed as he doubled over laughing. “You’re more pathetic than I thought.”

“If I were you I’d be on the next flight to another continent or planet,” the first guard snickered.

Marcus sighed in frustration and decided to ignore the two men by stepping around them.

The first guard’s laughter died instantly. His expression hardened as he rushed in front of Marcus and shoved him backward.

“You’ve got the nerve to try that again?” he seethed. “I already told you. You’re not getting into this event on my watch.”

Marcus stumbled but managed to keep himself from falling. He stared at the guard in disbelief before looking toward the entrance.

“You don’t understand,” he tried to explain. “Please, just let me in. You can call Mrs. Belinda Johnson and tell her Marcus is here. She’s my mother-in-law. She’ll confirm who I am.”

“You must be a clown,” the second guard mocked. “You honestly think we’re going to bother the hosts of this event because a nobody like you claims to be their relative?”

“Please—”

“You’ve got five seconds to get out of my sight!” The first guard cut him off and cracked his knuckles one at a time. “Otherwise I’m going to beat the shit out of you!”

“Just one-” Marcus began but stopped himself as an idea hit him.

“I’ll call her!” He blurted and reached into his pocket to bring out his phone.

The moment it was out, the second guard snatched it out of his hand without warning and threw it on the ground.

Marcus dropped to his knees and grabbed the phone, staring at the spiderweb crack on its screen with wide eyes.

“What did you do that for?!” He fired at the guard.

“This was my only phone. Do you have any idea how long I saved to buy it? How is my family supposed to reach me now?”

“That’s it!” The guard’s patience snapped. “I’m done listening to you!”

He grabbed Marcus by the collar and hoisted him up.

“Let go of me!” Marcus tried to pull himself free, but the guard tightened his grip and drew his fists back, ready to land a punch on Marcus’s face.

“What’s going on here?” A voice suddenly demanded and the guard froze mid-motion.

With Marcus’s collar still in his grip, they both turned toward the voice.

A tall and lanky young man stood a few feet away, dressed sharply in a wine colored three piece suit, hands in his pockets and a bored expression on his face.

The guard immediately dropped his grip on Marcus’s collar, and he and his colleague bowed in unison.

“Good evening, Mr. Johnson.” They greeted the man quickly.

“Apologies you had to see this,” the first guard continued as he straightened to his full height and pointed to Marcus. “This loser was causing a commotion and we were just about to boot him out.”

Jeremy Johnson barely acknowledged what was said. His attention moved to Marcus and recognition instantly crossed his face.

“Doofus,” he mocked, wrinkling his nose. “I almost didn’t recognize you, but your stench gave you away.”

Marcus’s jaw tightened and he swallowed the little bit of pride he had left. “Jeremy, thank God you’re here. Please, tell them I’m your brother in law. Tell them to let me in.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “And why exactly would I do that?”

“Because we’re related,” Marcus reminded him. “And I have to be here for my wife, your sister’s launch.”

“Here for my sister?” Jeremy repeated and looked at Marcus from head to toe. “Dressed like shit? Are you trying to ruin her day by embarrassing her?”

“Jeremy, this isn’t a joke.” Marcus whispered. “Katie will be disappointed if she doesn’t see me. And Mother is already going to be angry enough as it is.”

Jeremy tilted his head as if considering the request. “Fine,” he finally gave in and Marcus’s shoulders slumped in relief.

“But…You’ll have to beg me,” he added and Marcus’s relief instantly vanished.

“Beg you?” He frowned. “Jeremy, we’re family. Why would I need to beg you for something you should just do?”

Jeremy shrugged, already turning away like the conversation was over. “Then I guess you’re not getting in.”

Panic flared in Marcus’s chest and he immediately called out to Jeremy. “Wait! Okay, I’ll do it.”

Then he brought his palms together in front of him. “Please, Jeremy. Please help me.”

Jeremy looked at Marcus’s clasped hands and shook his head. “This isn’t begging.”

Marcus’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I want you to get on your knees and grovel before me.” Jeremy replied nonchalantly. “That kind of begging.”

Marcus stiffened. “Jeremy…”

Jeremy rolled his eyes and checked his watch. “Katie’s about to give her speech and I don’t want to miss it. So either you do exactly what I say, or you can kiss this event goodbye. I’ll even have the guards throw you out myself.”

Marcus clenched his fist so tight that his knuckles turned white. Nevertheless, he got on his knees, joined his hands together and glanced up at Jeremy.

“Please, Jeremy,” he pleaded for the umpteenth time. “Please help me get inside. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Nah,” Jeremy looked down at him with a bored expression. “Still not enough. Get on all fours and bark like a dog for five minutes.”

Marcus’s face twisted with disbelief. “Okay that’s enough!” He snapped. “That’s enough, Jeremy. I asked you for one favor and you’re trying to break me down. What did I ever do to you?”

“Fuck you, then,” Jeremy scoffed. “You asked for my favour yet you can’t do what I want. I’ll be going in now, and I’ll be sure to tell Mother and Katie you chose not to show up. Let’s see what they do to you after that.”

He turned around and made his way toward the entrance.

“Woof!” The barking sound made him stop, then he smirked and turned back around.