The moment Preacher got on his bike and turned around, he looked in his mirror and saw Dog outside and the men dealing with the dead woman’s body.

He didn’t doubt for a second they could have all taken him out and hidden the body, but he’d taken the risk because his revenge was so close at hand.

All he needed was a bit of extra time, and he’d have O’Klaren right where he wanted him.

****

O’Klaren had made a lot of mistakes in his life. One of them was pacing the hotel room where she’d begged him to meet up with her. Fucking Rebecca, also known as Bear’s old lady, had been a thrill.

She was supposed to be loyal to the club, but all she’d turned into was a whore willing to do whatever he wanted for a price. He wanted to bring the club down. This woman had one mission in life, to make her daughter’s life a living hell.

Any other time, he might have felt sorry for the young woman, but clearly, she was in bed deep with the club, and he had no respect for that kind of behavior.

“You’ve got to act now.”

“Last time I checked, you don’t tell me what to do.”

“You’re making a big mistake. They’re going to know what you did. Don’t you see? Bear had to leave this morning. He got a call.”

“Your men don’t know the first thing that is happening. Why did you call me here if you’re not going to suck my dick?” He could have been at home ordering his wife around, not listening to Rebecca babbling on about nothing.

He would take care of the club in his own good time. They didn’t have a brain cell between them, and this woman’s obsession with getting Robin, well, he’d already taken care of that.

It was just a case of waiting for the right time. The moment they all got what they wanted, it would be over. He never left anything to chance.

“Is that all you think about? I thought we were a team here. We’re working together.”

He got to his feet. Her pacing was really starting to grate on his last nerve. He wrapped his fingers around her throat and pressed her up against the wall. There had been many times over the years he’d wanted to do this to his wife, to drain her life force from her. There was nothing more powerful than to watch a woman fall, and he wanted to see it happen again.

Too risky.

Stop.

He didn’t want to stop.

Rebecca wasn’t worth screwing up his plans. Finally, when he saw no other choice, he let go of her neck, and she gasped, collapsing to the floor.