Reaper wasn’t a place of refuge for anyone trying to get away from the bastard. He was intrigued by a cop reaching out to him. He knew of O’Klaren, and the shit he knew, he wasn’t impressed with. This man was as bent as they came, and he used his power and place as a cop to get what he wanted. He knew how to manipulate the facts to suit him, and to make innocent people look bad.

O’Klaren was the kind of guy people avoided at all costs. At least, he had done for a long time, but now he was here, in Preacher’s territory, and seeing as he had a long-standing hatred of the leader of the Twisted Monsters MC, well, he just couldn’t deny himself a chance at hurting the bastard, even if it meant responding to the summons of a cop.

“Take the girl. She’s his weak link.”

Reaper laughed, as did his men.

“You expect me to believe Preacher has in some way fallen in love with an underage girl? We know all about Robin. We know she’s married to his son and last check of my intel those two were thick as thieves.”

“It’s lies. All of it is lies.”

“I’m guessing this has to do with your little problem.” He pointed at the casted leg. “Preacher’s work.”

“I will have you fucking arrested for possession and distributing if you don’t do as I say.”

Drawing out his knife, Reaper pressed it to O’Klaren’s throat. “Don’t even think to threaten me.”

“My leg is because of the girl. She’s a weakness, I’m telling you the truth. You take the girl, it will tear the club apart.”

“And what do you get if I take the girl?”

“I get him out of town.”

Reaper didn’t like being ordered around. Instead of answering him, he stepped out of the man’s house. He’d already seen the woman cowering in the kitchen.

He hadn’t brought his bike, and, per O’Klaren’s request, he didn’t wear his leather cut. Being without his patch wasn’t something he was used to, and he certainly didn’t have any fear with walking through Preacher’s turf.

Walking down the street, he didn’t draw too much attention to himself.

He knew a great deal about his enemy.

Being in his town now, it was a risk, but was there a chance Preacher had a hard-on for the kid? Robin Riley wasn’t anything special. He had the full intel on all the club. None of his men interrupted his thoughts as he looked around the town.

A couple of women were giving him fuck-me eyes, but he ignored them.