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)
In all the years he’d been president of the Twisted Monsters MC, he’d never had a member believe he wasn’t capable. Knowing the doubt was there pissed him off, and his anger consumed every single part of his body.
“Why are you treating me like I’ve done something wrong?” Robin asked.
“You were at the park?”
“Yes. I’d finished work and went to the park because no one was there to pick me up. Why is that such a shock to everyone? I don’t know what the hell is going on with any of this.” She got to her feet. “Can I go for a shower now?”
“Go,” Preacher said.
“Her attitude is getting worse.”
“She’s angry. She’s confused. We’re pushing her too hard.”
“What do you think Bishop’s playing?” Bear asked. “He’s your son. You know him better than me.”
Preacher laughed. “Yeah, the irony is, Robin knows him better than anyone. She would always be able to get inside his head and know what he’d do. I only know he fucked around, lacked responsibility, and was pissed at me for taking his girl.” He sat down at the table. “I don’t have time for this shit.”
“You’re going to fight Grave?”
“I’m going to put him in the ground if I have to.”
“Do you think he has a point?”
“Are you taking Grave’s side now?” Preacher asked.
Bear ran a hand over his face. “You’re distracted. All you can think about is Robin and Reaper, and I don’t blame you. I’ve seen the ink at the base of her back. I’ve heard everything you’ve told me. I get the fear you don’t want to talk about. Between Dog, Reaper, Bishop, and favors, you’ve been spreading the boys thin. You’re not being Preacher. You’re not balancing shit out. The boys have a right to be concerned.”
“Are you?”
“No, I know when you need to make the tough decisions, you’ll do exactly that. You kill, you fuck, and you make things good again. It’s what you do. Right now, they only see you getting screwed and in doing so, they’re being screwed. I’ve got to see it from their side as well.”
Preacher looked at one of his oldest friends. There was a time he’d have put Grave in the ground for even hinting at a vote to overthrow him. The club belonged to him.
The only way they were ever going to get rid of him was to put him in the ground.
He didn’t fucking want that.
Bear looked toward the door. “The club is your life, Preacher. I get it. I even understand it. You think I don’t know that myself? But … I’ve got to consider my girl. I can’t have you dying on me. Not yet.”
Preacher laughed. “You want me to schedule my death for you? Would it make you feel better?”
“Don’t be a dick.”
“She needs you, Preacher. Regardless of what the ink and all of your feelings are saying.”
“Oh, you think because I have a hunch she fell in love with Reaper, I shouldn’t be pissed?” Preacher said, finally voicing one of his concerns.
Bear winced. “You’re going to have to work on your tact. Right now, you sound pissed.”
“I am pissed. Reaper’s winning and there’s no way in hell that son of a bitch gets one over on me. Not now. Not ever. Twisted Monsters is mine. Grave wants to try and take that from me, he can be my guest, but believe me, I won’t go without a fight.” Preacher got to his feet. “You good to keep an eye on her?”
“She’s my kid. Of course I am.”
“Good.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to go and pay a man a visit.”
Preacher left his home. He got on his bike and took off, heading toward his clubhouse. The ride didn’t appease the monster in his bones. He knew he’d been a bad president to the boys.
Shit needed to be done and rather than consider them, he’d just done what he felt was necessary, without a single care to anyone else. He acted selfishly, and that was just the way he’d always been.
Parking his bike, he saw several of the club men standing around a fire burning inside a metal bin.
“Yo, Preach, what are you doing here, man?” Rider asked.
He ignored them and went straight inside.
The moment he stood in the main clubroom, he saw Grave getting his dick sucked. Stepping up to the man who would dare to question his authority, he grabbed Grave’s head and slammed it against the table.
“What the fuck!”
Screams filled the air.
Music was turned off, but Preacher didn’t stop in his attack.
He grabbed Grave and dragged him out of the club. The man was big but Preacher hadn’t gotten where he was by being lazy.
Hell no.
Preacher always made sure he was the biggest, strongest, meanest motherfucker in the club. He wasn’t the kind of guy to get lazy.