Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
One day, she would get what she deserved, and there was no way she was going to let her daughter have everything.
Virgins and innocents didn’t survive in their world. They were cannon fodder.
Preacher would grow bored, and then Bear’s little girl would be nothing more than used goods.
****
Preacher was pissed.
He got to the clubhouse to find his son wrapped around not one but two of the club sluts. Preacher couldn’t even remember their names.
Preacher dragged his son out of bed by his ankles, and Bishop came awake with an almighty thud as he hit the floor.
Preacher really didn’t give a shit. Using his neck, he pulled him to his feet.
“What the fuck?” Bishop said.
Squeezing on his neck, Preacher smiled. Blood or not, he would take the little shit out. There was no room for weakness, and he didn’t hold any affection for his son. Sure, he’d raised him, but they’d never really connected. There had always been something between them, and he truly believed it was hatred because of his mother.
Bishop, even though he’d never say anything, resented him, he was sure of it. He was pissed for killing his precious mommy, but he could suck his dick for all he cared.
“What instruction did I give you?” Preacher asked.
“What?”
He slapped him hard across the face. “Come on, wake up, asshole. You’re tough enough to start shouting off and spewing your fucking hatred. Be clear. Open your fucking eyes and ears. Come on, bright eyes. Let me hear it. You know you want to talk back at me. Let me hear it.” He hit him again.
“Stop!”
Preacher didn’t stop. He wrapped his fingers even tighter around his neck. “You want to keep on spewing that hatred you have, do so, but I promise you, Bishop, I will end you. If you think there is any part of this that is fun for me, or I want to deal with, you’re wrong. There’s not. I can’t stand what happened. I have to look at her every single day and realize what I’ve done. Now I’m a man who has done a great deal of despicable things, but not to Robin. As far as I’m concerned, she’s your woman and will always belong to you, but if you keep on messing this up, you’re going to lose her for good. Is that what you want?”
Bishop shook his head.
“I didn’t think so.”
He released his hand, and Bishop took several deep breaths, collapsing to his knees.
Preacher stepped back, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looked at his son.
“Do you care about her?” Bishop asked. “Is that why you care so much?”
“I care because Robin has done nothing to this club. She’s an innocent, and do you have any idea how fucking rare that is in this world? If you keep on blaming her the way you do, she’s not going to want you. You’ve got to make a choice. Put all of this anger, hatred, and jealousy to one side, or allow it to fester, to build up and consume you, but that’s a choice you’re going to have to make, not me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking around the messed-up, dirty room. “Did you know Milly kept a file in here that she was going to use to blackmail me with?”
“What? No. I only ever brought Milly back here for sex.”
“Clearly she spent a lot of time here. You need to learn to keep control of yourself. There are people out there who will go to great lengths to bring you down. O’Klaren, he’s a start, and it’s going to get worse, much worse if we don’t nip this in the bud. He’s already sniffing around Robin. I need you to be with her.”
Bishop sat with his back to the door.
“I know what you need of me. I married her, didn’t I?” Bishop held up his hand.
“Then what the fuck is the problem? You always wanted her for your wife. Everyone at the club knew how important it was for you to lay your claim to her, and now you’re behaving like a spoiled little brat. Why?”
“Because it’s fucking hard, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I don’t have the strength. I look at her, and she’s carrying my brother or sister. I don’t know. It’s weird. Not to mention, she wants nothing to do with me. I can’t even get close to her. I kiss her, and she tenses up. She doesn’t want me. What am I supposed to think? I totally understood it before. She’d never been with a guy and I was more than happy to wait, but she’s been with you now and I don’t see what her problem is.”
Preacher really wanted to hit his son some more. There were times he had to wonder if Bishop was his kid.