“Then I won’t, just like I don’t want you seeing other men. Until we can discuss shit with Bishop, he’s allowed to kiss your cheek, but you will stop all other contact with him. No touching. No making out. Nothing. You’re mine, and you do know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He pulled her close, kissing her hard. “What else do you want to know?”

“I don’t know. What about your parents? Your family.”

“There’s nothing you need to know from them. They’re not important at all.”

“But they’re part of you,” she said. “I don’t know anything about you.”

“None of it matters. It’s all in the past, but I don’t have time to talk about it now. I’ve got stuff I need to do.” He pressed his lips against hers. “Do you think you could give me a little more time?”

“Sure. Yes. Sure.” Don’t become a nag, Robin. “I better be heading back. Will you be home for dinner?”

“Yes, I’ll make dinner and don’t worry about anything else. I’ve got everything under control.”

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

One week later

Everything was in place, and Preacher stared at the door of O’Klaren’s house. The woman O’Klaren had killed had been taken care of, and so had her kids. Preacher always made sure his own got what they needed.

With regards to O’Klaren, he’d needed the right time, the right motivation. It would have been easy for him to run in, kill O’Klaren without even thinking, but it wouldn’t have been smart.

Preacher’s patience with everything was at an all-time low.

First, he had to gather intel on O’Klaren’s whereabouts. Taking out a cop, especially one specifically assigned to bring him down, wasn’t easy. In fact, it was downright fucking hard, and he had to get everything all in the right place. It would have been so much easier if he hadn’t wanted to handle this on his own.

If he’d hired someone to take the hit, he’d have been able to hide and cover up all the evidence leading back to him.

With O’Klaren, it was personal. There was no getting away from the fact he wanted to kill the son of a bitch.

When it came to the club, he could handle whatever was thrown at him. His personal fucking love life though, that had taken a sudden turn. Robin now belonged to him, and having her in his bed, his life, it was a fucking dream come true, and that was saying a lot because he didn’t believe in dreams or any of that bullshit, so it was all new to him. Being with Robin was new. Sneaking around was exhausting.