There’s no point, I don’t want him. I’ve never wanted him.

Even the first time she realized he was sleeping with other women, it hadn’t bothered her. She’d wondered many times over the years why she didn’t care until she realized the truth: the only reason she didn’t care was because she loved him but wasn’t in love with him.

“You want to join me in my homework?”

“Nah, I’ve got more important things to do.”

“You do realize it’s more important to graduate than fix your bike?”

“I’m not going to need to graduate. Not with me joining the club, remember? I’m eighteen now. I’ve a right to sign on as prospect and earn my patch.”

“Is that what you want?

“Yeah, it is.” Bishop pushed his chair back and left the room.

She stared at his empty plate. He wouldn’t even take his dish into the kitchen.

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

“This is his handiwork?” Preacher asked, staring at the body of one of the women who worked for him. She’d been reporting to the club from the moment he put the word out he was hoping to find any dirt on O’Klaren, and right now, he stared at the bastard’s evidence. He had a couple of eyewitnesses who had given O’Klaren’s description. The only problem, the witnesses were addicts, and none of them would be taken seriously.

The victim’s neck was covered in bruises. Her body had been slashed, and he’d also left a fake dildo inside her. She was spread on the bed, her body covered in past bruises, which was one of the reasons why he knew he liked it rough. Preacher took the necessary photographs, filling up the phone he’d need, which also contained the witness statements from the women. His men had already taken them.

“Got the call this morning. She gave a notice last night she had him in the hotel room. We’ve got the son of a bitch, Preach,” Bear said. “Poor Janet. She only wanted to help. After losing a baby herself to a violent asshole, she’d been more than happy to help take him out.”

“What’s her home situation?” Preacher asked.

“Two kids. Fathers unknown. She’s been working for us for three years. Needed the extra money when she was fired for not putting out, remember?”

He had a vague memory of Janet begging him for the extra work.

“Make sure the kids are taken care of. Call our contact in the system. They’re to be homed together with a good family and let her know we’ll be taking a personal interest in this one.”

“Got it,” Bear said.

Leaving the hotel room, Preacher allowed his men to clear up the mess. He had a system and the right people in place.