“That was Preacher. O’Klaren paid for people to run him off the road. He … Robin was thrown from the car. She lost the baby and is bleeding out. He doesn’t know how much longer she’s got, but he needs us to come and pick them up.”

Bear looked at his cell phone, then up at Bishop.

“Get the boys together, we ride,” he said. “You stay here, and keep an eye on O’Klaren.”

“Wait, what? You want me to just sit around and wait while you go and help Robin? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That’s not going to happen.” He wasn’t going to stand by while Robin was hurting.

She lost the baby.

This is what you want.

No, it’s not.

He wouldn’t think about what this all meant for him right now. He had to get his shit together one way or another.

Bear grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Now listen to me, you little punk. I get that you’re worried about her. Believe me, I understand it more than you realize, but you’re not going to win her over if she’s dead. Let me go and get my girl, and do as you’re told, now!”

He wanted to argue even more. The thought of Robin being out there in the cold, freezing, terrified—he didn’t want her to be hurt, ever.

“I’ll stay behind.”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Bear left the clubhouse while Bishop stood there, not knowing what the fuck to do.

Go and keep an eye on O’Klaren.

You’re no good to her if you don’t follow orders.

“God, Robin, I know I didn’t want you to have the baby, and I prayed you lost it, but I never wanted to lose you too.”

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

His men had brought him a change of clothes. Preacher stared through the window into Robin’s private room.

To anyone passing by who dared to look in, she’d be sleeping, or at least, appear sleeping.

He knew better.

Randall had met them at the hospital.

Robin had been covered in blood between her thighs and out cold. She’d lost the baby, and they had to operate to remove the piece of glass in her abdomen. The glass hadn’t hit any vital organs, but Randall had told him the baby was lost. She’d also coded twice on the table before they were able to make her stable.

She wasn’t in a coma right now, just asleep.

He stared at her.

Bear was in the room with her, and so was Rebecca.

He couldn’t get the sounds of Robin’s screams out of his head. They’d been so heartbreaking.

Putting a hand to the glass, he wanted to touch her, but so far, he hadn’t gone into the room.