He kissed her again, wanting nothing more than to strip her naked and love every inch of her body. He loved it when his name fell from her lips. He truly couldn’t get enough. Nipping at her lips, he was tempted to forget about O’Klaren just to feel her wrapped around his dick.

“What the fuck is this?”

He pulled away, and there at the entrance of the kitchen was Bishop.

His son looked like what he’d seen disgusted him.

Robin jumped off the counter, but he didn’t let her go out in front. This wasn’t what he wanted to happen. One look at Bishop, and he wanted to curse. He shouldn’t have been so fucking stupid when it came to letting his son alone.

“What? You? Robin? What the fuck?” Bishop yelled. “Tell me this isn’t what I think?”

“Bishop, please, don’t overreact.”

“Overreact? I just saw you locking lips with my dad. Are you going to tell me I’m seeing things?”

“No, you saw right.”

His cell phone went off, and Preacher cursed.

“Oh, that’s a surprise. You’re screwing my wife and the club calls so you can run on out of here.”

“If you’re trying to tell me I’m a coward, you’re fucking wrong. Yes, I’m fucking Robin. She’s mine, but I don’t have time to deal with this shit. I need you to stay here.”

“Fuck you.”

Preacher grabbed Robin, moving her behind him as Bishop threw a knife. It missed him, but he wasn’t going to stand that.

He advanced toward his son, but Bishop seeing his intent, rushed out of the house. Preacher looked at his son, and he hadn’t wanted it to end like this.

Running a hand down his face, he heard Robin behind him.

“What do we do?” she asked.

“You’re going to lock the doors, stay here, and if he comes back, try to talk to him. Bishop won’t hurt you.”

“He threw a knife. Do you really need to go? We should do this together. What if he tells my dad? Oh, no,” she said.

He cupped her face, making her look at him. “Stop. You don’t need to worry about your father. I’ll deal with everything. I’ve been dealing with all of this shit for a long time now. Trust me, and don’t let this shit with Bishop upset you.” He kissed her head. “I’ve got to go. I know you don’t want me to, but I have to do this.”

“Why can’t it wait?”

“Club business will never wait.”

“But he’s your son.”

“I don’t care. It’s not going to wait. He’s always gotten what he wanted, but it’s not going to happen now.” He kissed her again. “Get in the house. Lock the door. Do as you’re told.”