“I need you in there before I tear him apart,” Bear said, coming into the room. “He touched my little girl, and I can’t … I need you in there.”
“Preacher touched her and you got no problem with that,” Bishop said.
Bear walked into the room, a smile on his face. “What did you say to me?”
“You heard me,” Bishop said.
Preacher didn’t stop Bear as he slammed his fist into Bishop’s face. “You should be grateful you’re still standing. I would take my sweet time with you, make you bleed long before I give you a chance to make it up to me. You fucked this club. You turned on Preacher, but as far as I’m concerned, you caused my baby girl nothing but pain. You even let me believe that I was right in thinking she died. Not anymore. The moment his protection of you ceases, I’m having your ass, and it’s never going to see daylight again.”
Keeping hold of his whiskey, Preacher returned to his sitting room to find Reaper with this big old smile on his face, sitting on his sofa and sinking into the seat. There was no reason for him to stop whatever Bear had been saying to Bishop. His son was on borrowed time.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” There was no denying the gloating look on Reaper’s face as he watched what he’d caused to unfold.
“What’s not to love?” Reaper asked. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to watch the way you guys were fucking up? Bethany wants her mother and I need her as well. We’d become one nice, big, happy family.”
“A big family? You have one kid.” He wasn’t going to acknowledge that Robin had called their girl Bethany. She’d wanted to call their child Bethany, the one she’d lost. No, he couldn’t go there. Not right now.
“What, you think I can’t have many more? I know what Robin feels like riding my dick, I know how she tastes, and those sweet little moans she makes when you touch a part of her just right.”
Everything he was saying only served to fuel Preacher’s anger. “You got what you came here to do. Leave.”
“No, I’m not leaving, and you and I both know you’re not going to kill me. Not while Robin wants me alive. I’m her baby’s father and you can’t take away the fact she’s in love with me.” Reaper released a large sigh. “This feels good. I can see what you love about the place. It’s very homey. The perfect place to raise a child. I’ve missed her in my arms, you know. Robin. She does love it when you hold her. She smells so much like lemons, but I guess both of you know that, huh? You and you, you’ve held her in her sleep.”
Bishop had returned to the room but Preacher ignored him. Reaper wanted to get a reaction out of him, and so far, he’d already played to his ways. Not anymore.
“I fucked her on that sofa,” Preacher said.
The smile on Reaper’s face dropped. Two could play this game. This made him feel at least a little happier.
“She screamed my name as I drove inside her, making her come over and over. She loves it when you suck on those big nipples of hers.” He ran his tongue across his lip and smiled. “She does love to feel a tongue on her pussy. It’s one of her favorite things.” Preacher had no real desire to thrust his time with Robin in front of Reaper, but if the bastard was insistent on constantly bringing it up, then he was going to fight back.
“I don’t need to hear this. I know what we had.”
“Yeah, well, she’s had plenty from me since then, and seeing as she didn’t leave with you, I’d say it’s safe to say Robin’s mine.” Preacher sipped his whiskey.
“Yeah, well, that was all before I took her,” Reaper said.
“I wasn’t talking about before you kidnapped her, asshole. I was talking just the other day.” He stared at his enemy. “You want to paint whatever you think was going on between the two of you as some kind of love connection. It wasn’t. You kidnapped her. You had no intention of falling in love with her. All you wanted to do was use her against me. There’s no way that is any kind of love.”
Reaper stood up. “And now I’ve got a kid with her, which is more than you can say.”
“And I can quite easily look after her. You’re not needed.” He didn’t allow Reaper’s words to bring up that one night where he held Robin through the pain of her miscarriage. This bastard didn’t know what it was like to hear her screams and do nothing to help her. He didn’t know what love was.
“I’m not leaving her behind,” Reaper said.
Preacher stared at Reaper. He couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Oh, my fucking God, you have got to be kidding me right now.” He’d hated Reaper for as long as he could remember. They had never been friends.
“I’m almost afraid to ask right now,” Bear said. “I’ve heard enough of dicks and orgasms to last me a lifetime. I don’t know if I can stomach much more and everything coming out of this fucker’s mouth is bullshit.”
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Preacher glared at Reaper. He didn’t want to believe it was true.
“No, that’s not possible,” Bishop said. “He took her and intended to use her against you, against all of us.”
“Don’t even for a second try to get out of your part you played in this, Bishop. If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have been able to take her so easily.” Reaper chuckled.
“Yeah, and it seems the joke is on all of us, isn’t it? You fell in love with her,” Preacher said.
“What I feel for her is none of your business. I came here so Bethany could see her mother. I risked the chance of you killing me for this.”
“Does it bother you?” Preacher asked.
“Does what bother me?” For the first time since they’d seen him, Reaper looked annoyed, frustrated even.
“You took her to cause me pain. To make my life a misery and instead, you fell for her hard. I wonder what that must feel like to you,” he said. Preacher knew what it was like to fall for Robin. He’d gone hard, fast, and he hadn’t even seen it coming, but it had happened, and now there was no way for him to stop these feelings. They were part of him, and he felt utterly consumed by them. He would do anything for Robin, even entertain his enemy.
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Reaper said. “I’ve still got Bethany. I’ve got more with Robin than you have.”
“And she’s settled now in bed, and you don’t need to keep on doing this. Competing with each other,” Robin said, drawing their attention.
Preacher looked at Robin. She appeared pale as if she was a little sick. Her gaze moved from Reaper to Preacher, then back again. She nibbled on her lip, nervousness clear on her expression. For the longest time, she didn’t speak, only looked. The tension in the air mounted as he waited for whatever she was going to say, only for nothing to happen.
“I need a drink.” She walked away and Preacher went after her. He didn’t want this to overwhelm her, or for her to think he couldn’t handle this. She was his and no matter what happened between her and Reaper, he’d support her, he’d be there for her.
Could you stay with her if she fell in love with him and wants to go back to him?