“You’re not staying with me,” Reaper said.
His men were all sitting around the room, waiting, each of them prepared to do what their leader said.
“Please,” Bishop said. “I don’t know how he knows, but he does. I don’t…”
“Have you spoken to Robin?”
“No. Not since I took her out to the bar. You wanted to see her, and you saw her, didn’t you?” Bishop asked.
“In case you didn’t fucking know, I wasn’t there when she had her little panic attack. What I did hear was how you were mean to her,” Reaper said. “You were yelling at her.”
“No, I just wanted her to get inside so you’d be able to see her. I followed your rules. I’ve helped you every single step of the way and now you’re telling me you’re done with me?” Bishop glared at the man before him. There was no way for him to take him out without getting caught in the crossfire. “Do you have any idea what kind of men my dad has tracking me down?”
Reaper burst out laughing. “You think I don’t know? I’ve been dealing with his men for over two years. I still avoid them. Believe me, they’re not worth worrying about.”
“For you, but I need help.”
“No, you need to go back to town.”
“Don’t you fucking listen? Preacher knows I gave you Robin two years ago. He knows I’ve been helping you. I can’t go back there. I’m his son, but he loves her.”
“Does it bother you to know he does? To know even now without her memory she still can’t stand for you to touch her?”
Bishop swung without even thinking. Reaper grabbed his arm, twisting it. With a single tug, it would snap in two. “Now, now, why do you have to go with all the violence?” Reaper asked. “I don’t recall hurting you. I’ve accepted you into my home, I’ve listened to your concerns, and now you’re going to try to piss me off. Do you have a death wish, boy? Is that what you’re trying to ask me for? You want me to kill you? Is that it?”
“No!” He cried out as Reaper grabbed his hair.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“No, I don’t want you to kill me. Please, don’t hurt me.”
Reaper sighed. “I do love the sound of begging. It has a certain level of … enjoyment. I’ve helped you as much as I’m willing. I suggest you learn how to deal with your father on your own.”
“I could give up your location,” Bishop said.
He didn’t know why he didn’t just keep his big mouth shut, especially as Reaper simply laughed.
“Sure. Tell Preacher where I’m hanging out. You think we’re going to be here long once you’re gone? I can make it so you’re leading him on a merry dance, and believe me, it will be a lot of fun. Just remember, one day soon, Robin will remember everything and when she does, you’re going to have to look that girl in the eye. I never did allow her to hurt you. I do wonder, will she still fight for her friend, or will you be first on her kill list?”
Reaper let him go, throwing him to the ground. “Get out before I throw you out.”
Bishop got to his feet, wanting to argue, to do anything that would make Reaper see reason, but there was nothing. He was alone. No one willing to help him. It was all his fault.
Turning on his heel, he fled, hoping no one was watching him.
There was no way he’d be able to hide from his father. Preacher was a hunter, and right now, he was his target, unless he was somehow able to get to Robin, to convince her to keep him alive.
****
“You’re going to keep him alive?” one of his men asked.
Reaper didn’t respond. He stared down at the last picture he had of her. One Bishop had been able to take, but it was blurred.
Robin was on the back of Preacher’s bike. She wasn’t supposed to be there, but right now, there was no way for him to stop it.
Tearing up the image, which he’d printed out a few weeks ago, he turned toward the fire and let the flames lick up the picture. “I don’t need to kill him. Besides, when Robin remembers, I’m going to allow him to be her first kill.”
After all, he’d been the one to promise her Bishop’s head, and all she had to do was make the final decision on if he lived or died.
Chapter Eleven
Her time with Reaper
Robin expected Reaper to have lied.
For the next month, she kept on waiting for him to either break his promise or to do something scary like rape her again. Only, he didn’t do anything. He made sure she was safe from his men. Not once did they make inappropriate comments her way or try to grab her. Reaper had put the fear into them, and they kept their distance, for which she was thankful.