Good.
He could work with fear. In fact, he loved seeing fear. It turned him on.
“You seem to forget, I can throw your ass in jail.”
“Oh, please, you’d like to try, but we both know what I’ve got on you. Social media nowadays is a wonderful thing. With a single click of a button, everyone can see your face and exactly what you’re like. I wonder what the good old people of Knight’s Bridge, or even your employers would think if they found out you like to beat women bloody.” This man was a coward of the highest order, and Reaper had no room in his world for cowards.
He grabbed O’Klaren’s jacket, and brought his head down hard on his forehead.
The crunch of a broken nose was unmistakable.
He smiled as O’Klaren screamed.
Letting him go, Reaper drew his foot back and kicked him hard. When he wasn’t satisfied, he kicked him again and again.
He held a fistful of the man’s hair, drew his head back and spat in his face. “You ruined my fucking plan for that slut, and you think you can come here and tell me what you expect me to do? You are a fucking prick.”
He drew his foot back and kicked him again.
“You have no insurance policy here. Get him out of here.”
He walked toward his window overlooking the expanse of dirty road. He’d buried many people out there. So many lost souls.
Some of them had been completely innocent. They’d begged for their lives, and like always, he denied them.
He’d have to move on soon.
He’d already gotten new identifications, and his men were working on taking Robin.
The girl was nothing special, but he wanted Preacher to suffer. He had no intention of killing the prick. Nope, he’d keep Preacher alive, knowing he had something Preacher cared about.
Reaper smiled.
All he had to do was wait for the right moment.
When that moment arrived, he’d take her.
Chapter Seventeen
The pain didn’t go away.
Robin took it one day at a time.
It was all she could do, but it wasn’t easy.
School was easier to do as she focused on studying. She stopped trying to think about the future and instead lived in the moment.
Bishop stopped trying to pursue a sexual relationship with her, which she appreciated. Their friendship wasn’t back on track, but like now, they were in each other’s company and it wasn’t so bad.
He’d warmed up some popcorn, and she kept taking kernels even though she hadn’t wanted any.
“I could have warmed you up some.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll stop eating it.” She pushed her hand between her thighs, determined not to steal any more.
He chuckled. “You can eat some, babe. I’m only joking with you.”
They were watching a horror movie, and she kept averting her gaze, not standing the blood. She still had nightmares, but they weren’t as bad as the first time.
This is what Bishop wanted to watch.
She’d been determined to be a nice friend to him and to not blame him for what happened. It wasn’t his fault regardless of his desires.
The only thing she needed to do now was to go into the nursery. She hadn’t had the courage, but she’d seen Preacher leaving the room. She couldn’t go in, not yet. It hurt too much.
“So tomorrow night there’s going to be a party out at the clubhouse. Preacher’s organized it. He’s invited some friends that are not part of the club.”
“I know.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to go.”
“Sure. It sounds like fun.”
“For real?” he asked.
“Yeah, what’s wrong? Did you expect me to say hell no?”
“I honestly don’t know what I expected.”
“You really want to go?”
“Yes, I want to go. It could be fun. I’ve been spending way too much time here of late.”
“We’ll have fun. Party. Dance. It’ll be good. There will be a lot of women, so I’m hoping my dad will find someone to be with.”
“A lot of women?” She pulled away from him.
The thought of Preacher being with anyone made her feel a little sick.
“Yeah, he’s been a bit of a stick in the mud. A lot of the guys think he needs to get laid. He’s spent way too much time keeping it in his pants.”
She grabbed her empty glass and walked into the kitchen. “I don’t think we should be talking about your dad’s sex life.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Of course not.” She poured herself some more water, taking a long gulp. Would Preacher want to be with other women? What if he was? It didn’t matter to her.
Then why does the thought of him having any other women make you angry?
Bishop followed her into the bathroom, taking hold of her hand, and pulled her close. “Let’s not talk about my dad. It’s good for you to be back.” He kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, I know you’re not ready. I’m not going to push it.”