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