Reaper’s threats were very real, and she knew she wasn’t going to risk going to the library or anywhere in town on her own. He clearly felt he could use her to get to Preacher, and she wouldn’t allow herself to be used against the club, not ever.

As she held onto Bishop, he started to stroke her back. His touch was nice and sweet after the brutal holding of Reaper.

“I think I need to go and take a shower,” she said.

“Yes, you should. I’m going to make us something for dinner.”

“You can cook?”

“No, I can’t, but I can order takeout.”

“Okay.” She kissed his head. “I’ll go and shower. Stop trying to beat yourself up. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

She went to leave, but Bishop captured her hand, pulling her close.

“My stomach is touching you.”

“I don’t care.” He tilted her head back. “I know I’ve fucked up so many times with all of this. You have no reason to forgive me, but I promise you, I’ll have my shit together for you, for us.”

Guilt threatened to crush her.

Bishop didn’t let her go.

She held her breath as he lowered, and as his lips touched hers, she kept on staring at him. His eyes were closed and he looked so into the kiss.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. Seconds passed before he broke the kiss.

“I love you, Robin.”

“I’m going to go and get washed.”

She pulled out of his hold and walked upstairs to her bedroom. Closing the door, she leaned against it, closing her eyes.

She felt like the worst wife. Bishop loved her, but her feelings were moving more toward his father.

“I’m a horrible person.”

There was no future for her and Preacher. What happened between the two of them had been a huge mistake, one she didn’t want to repeat.

No matter how he made her feel whenever they were together, there was no future there. The sooner she realized that, the better she would be. She had to get her feelings in check. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, not now, not ever.

“It will never happen with Preacher, and you won’t allow Bishop to have second best.”

She only hoped she knew how to implement her own thoughts. How could she turn Bishop down when seeing him hurt pained her?

It had to be a problem for another day.

****

“Do you like that?” Rebecca asked.

“Oh, fuck, that does feel good. Do it again,” O’Klaren said.

She was more than happy to give him what he wanted. He had a nice big cock, and Bear hadn’t come around for a few weeks and she was bored. She’d heard Bear warn her about O’Klaren, and she always liked to skirt around the edge of what the club demanded.