“Do as you’ve been told, Robin. Don’t put yourself or Preacher in danger.” He hung up, and she looked out the window to see him facing off with the other bikers. The one who stood close to Preacher, he looked just as deadly and as menacing.

She hated how sick she felt.

Nothing bad could happen. She was pregnant, and there was no one she could trust more than Preacher.

What can I do?

Stay indoors.

But he might be in danger.

What can you do other than cause trouble?

Stay indoors.

It was wrong. Leaving him to face off with all those men. She had never seen them before. What if they hurt Preacher?

****

“You shouldn’t fucking be here,” Preacher said, storming out of the diner.

He wasn’t afraid of the little shits before him. He’d faced off with the Slaves alone, and they’d not killed him yet. None of them were worth his time, but he couldn’t allow them to walk into the diner, and he certainly couldn’t allow them to walk through town.

“I don’t see a sign that says it’s your town.”

“You know this is my town, Reaper. What do you want?”

“Went out for a drive. Decided on a bite to eat.” Reaper looked into the diner. “I have to say, the rumors are … interesting.”

Preacher stared at his enemy.

“She looks young, Preacher.”

This wouldn’t be the first or last time Reaper had tried to get to him. He stared at his enemy and waited for whatever it was he wanted to say.

There was nothing between them, no reason for Reaper to be in town.

If he thought for even a second Robin was in danger, he never would have brought her out. He hoped she’d done as he’d asked and stayed in-fucking-side. He couldn’t even give himself a chance to look behind him to see if she was safe.

He didn’t care about himself. Whatever Reaper threw at him, he could handle without even thinking. This wasn’t their first encounter. It wouldn’t be their last. When it came to Reaper, the fucker only knew how to hide. Reaper and his crew were experts at getting lost without a trace. They were known for constantly moving around, never staying in the same place, and forever being on the move, leaving only chaos and carnage in their wake.

“You’re not going to say anything to defend her honor? She’d be a nice piece of ass for all of us to share, don’t you think? I’ve heard you like taking ass, but then who could have told me that?” Reaper paced in front of him, doing all the necessary acting parts, and Preacher waited.