“Remember, I want them both alive. No excuses. I will hold you and Frost personally responsible if you let them die.”

“They won’t die on our watch. I can guarantee it.”

“Good.”

He left the warehouse and got on his bike.

Revving the engine, he took off, building up his speed and passing the limit with ease.

Robin’s screams followed him wherever he went, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t escape them. She hadn’t returned to her usual bubbly self, and he knew she was hurting still. She’d just gotten better at hiding it. Either his son was an asshole, or he really didn’t care that she was suffering and he just wanted his friend back.

Bear and Rebecca had also stopped coming around. Something was off with Rebecca. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but he’d figure it out. Since the accident his head hadn’t been in the game, but it wouldn’t last forever. One day, every single person who’d hurt Robin was going to suffer, including Reaper. He knew the Slaves of the Beast MC hadn’t moved on. He was going to make them regret not leaving.

O’Klaren had pushed the wrong man, and he was going to take him out.

Arriving at his clubhouse, he parked his bike in his spot. The lot was busy, but he knew Bear had organized another party at Preacher’s agreement.

Drink and women would be free and flowing tonight.

Ignoring the calls of his men and women, he made his way up to his room where he took a quick shower.

Closing his eyes, he let the water run down his face.

“I … I don’t want to do this, Preacher. She’s our little girl. We only had a couple of months.”

Washing the day’s grime, sweat, and blood off his body, he turned off the shower.

Walking into his bedroom he came to a stop when he saw Joanne perched on the edge of his bed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked.

“I figured you’d want some company.”

“You thought wrong.”

She got to her feet, and the robe she’d been wearing slid open, revealing a perfect body, high, pert, heavy tits, tiny waist, slim, even a waxed pussy.

There was a time he’d have loved to bury himself deep inside her.

“Come on, Preacher. I know you want it.” She stepped up toward him, touching his arm.

He grabbed her hard by the back of the neck. “What I want you don’t have the first fucking clue on how to give it to me.” Opening his door, he threw her out of his room. “Stay the fuck away from me, or the next time you come here, I’ll bury my knife in your nasty cunt.”

Slamming his door closed, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt.