Killing Bishop’s mother probably wasn’t the best idea, but she wouldn’t have been a help now, anyway. She’d hated his guts, and even though Bishop didn’t remember much, she’d not been a nice mother to him anyway.

As far as she was concerned, he was the evil spawn of Satan, and well, he thought she was a two-faced, lying slut bitch.

They all had issues.

Heading into his clubhouse, he ignored the calls from his men. They knew when to back off. Some of the women didn’t get the memo and tried to paw at him. Again, he wasn’t happy and kept on moving, pushing them away.

He went straight to Bishop’s room.

The door was partially open, and Preacher paused outside of it.

“Why the fuck do I have to do this?” He mouthed the words to himself, pushing the door open.

He saw his naked son’s ass, pounding into a very willing, moaning Milly, who was spread wide open. She held her ass open, and Bishop had gone for the tight, puckered hole.

Preacher walked into the room, turning off the radio.

“Play time’s over.”

“Dad, fuck, I’m nearly finished.”

“You’re finished now.” He looked at Milly. “Get out.”

She knew not to fight and quickly pulled away from Bishop, climbing off the bed and scrambling out of the room.

“Dad, come on. She wanted me in her ass, begged for it after nearly sucking me dry.”

“You think I sent you to your room to have a bunch of fun?” he asked, folding his arms.

“I’m not a child.”

“You’re acting like one. You think all this bad shit goes away without payment? Without some reason to have men and women turn the other way?”

“Nothing bad happened. I had some fun with Robin. What’s the big deal? It’s not like she’s going to need the education anyway. She’ll be my wife and do as she’s told. I’ll take care of her.”

This was news to Preacher, and he smirked. “Does Robin even know what you have planned for her?”

“No. She’ll do as I say.”

“And while you go around ordering people, you’re going to what? Tell Bear he’s an asshole and he shouldn’t interfere?”

Bishop opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again.

“You can order Robin around. You can tell people what they’re not going to do and make them follow orders, but that’s not a reality here, Bishop. Robin’s not sticking around if she doesn’t want to. You should know that. You’ve been hanging around her for years. I seem to recall vaguely she has a dream of going to college, right?”

His son snorted. “But she doesn’t need it.”

“It doesn’t matter if she needs it or not. She has a choice, and you’re not taking it away.”

“What does it matter to you? She’ll be my wife.”

“Maybe I should call Billy. Tell him to come and arrest you, throw your ass in jail with a couple of the tough guys. See how far you get when you don’t have me to come and get you. You’d be someone’s pretty boy, you know that?” Preacher asked.