Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Staring at his son, Preacher didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. There was no point in prolonging this.
Without saying anything, he went back to his bike and rode straight to Dog’s crew. On the edge of the border, he stopped, parked his bike, and climbed off, leaving it running. One of Dog’s crew shouted out and seconds later, a door opened.
Every single time he came to Dog’s turf, he was close by. It was like the son of a bitch had a radar or some shit for knowing when he was going to stop by.
“Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure this time?”
“He’s watching her. He’s got eyes all over the place,” Preacher said. “So I want to make a deal with you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, whatever you want, so long as it’s reasonable, it’s yours. In return, I want you, your men, and your group helping me to keep an eye on Robin. I’m willing to pay. The fighting ring, it’s all yours if you want it.”
“Wow,” Dog said, looking over his shoulder. “And your boys voted for this?”
“They voted to bring down Reaper and Slaves to the Beast in any form possible. This is what I’m doing to achieve that.”
“But you need eyes on your girl in order to achieve that.”
Preacher thought about his son. The way Bishop was able to take her dancing without him knowing until it could have been too late. He didn’t know how far away or near Reaper was when he took out Milo. For all he knew, he could be really fucking close, and he didn’t like the thought of that son of a bitch getting close to his woman.
This was a game he really didn’t want to play but everyone was pushing him to. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”
Dog looked over his shoulder again. “Walk with me.”
“I’m going to have to tell my boys to stand down.”
“Go ahead. You can keep your weapons. I don’t care. I’ll kill you before you can even use them.”
Dog waited as Preacher returned to his men, letting them know he was walking with Dog.
“I don’t like this,” Frost said. “I don’t like any of this.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“I hope so,” Grave said.
Preacher left his men and walked back to Dog. Side by side, they headed forward. Preacher didn’t know what he was going to find or why Dog wanted him alone.
Dog’s men didn’t follow, and when they got to the end of the street, Dog took off into the woods.
Without questioning the motives or why he was following him, he took off with him.
They ran for twenty minutes before Dog finally stopped and sat down on a fallen tree.
“You want to tell me what all of this is about?”
“Clearly, one of us has a leak in our crew. I’ve yet to find anyone who would even have the guts to step out on me, which leaves your crew. Someone is giving Reaper information. It’s how he has always stayed one step ahead.”
“Until tonight. Reaper didn’t have the first clue I’d found his little cave.” He updated Dog with the information he’d seen, including Reaper’s desire to get her back.
“Then all I ask you, Preacher, is who wasn’t part of your club. Who didn’t have the first clue what was going on?” Dog asked.
Preacher sat back and looked at Dog.
“You know the answer and so do I.”
“My son,” Preacher said.
“And who was with her the day she was taken?”
“You’re telling me you think my son is the person who’s been helping Reaper stay one step ahead?”
“At first, I thought it could be a coincidence. You know, some men get lucky, but not this guy. Even I don’t get that kind of luck and I make my own luck. I thought about it after our last conversation. Bishop doesn’t want her to remember, does he? What if old Robin knows something new Robin doesn’t?” Dog looked around. “You need to be careful with him.”
“He’s my son.”
“And I don’t think he’s a big fan of yours, is he?”
Preacher shook his head. “No, but I don’t … he didn’t like that me and Robin were in a relationship, that’s all.”
Dog shrugged. “You’ve got to put pressure on your boy, Preach. I’m telling you, Bishop’s the guy when it comes to Reaper.”
Chapter Eight
Time with Reaper
Robin wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t do it. Holding on to her legs, she tried to stay as still as possible.
One of the men working at the hotel where they were staying had dared to lay a finger on her. She didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t to be dragged into the middle of nowhere, placed near a fire, and watch as Reaper worked his magic, his exact words, on the man.
Now, the man in question had cupped her ass and told her she would need to ride a real man one day. Reaper had taken offense. She didn’t know if he was doing this because of her honor or because he was upset by his lack of respect. Either way, the man currently didn’t have a tongue and was being butt-fucked by a bat.