“Do you want a drink?”

“Yes, please, I’m thirsty.”

She had to be careful now.

The first drink she gave Robin was free from anything. “I don’t drink alcohol.”

“Oh, this is just an orange juice.” She didn’t add that she’d also laced it with a lot of vodka.

They danced together for the next hour.

Milly kept on plying her with alcohol, and finally, on the last glass, she stirred in the powder, and handed it to Robin.

“I can’t believe we’ve never hung out before,” Robin said. “You’re an amazing dancer. Did you go to school here?”

“I’m a little too old to go to school. This is best drunk in one go.” She kept the glass poised at Robin’s lips. “Keep on drinking.”

Robin finished the drink, and Milly took the glass away.

Making sure she was near the door, she waited. It didn’t take long.

“I don’t feel so good.” Robin put a hand to her head.

“It’s okay. Let’s go and let you lie down.” Helping her out of the main clubhouse, she took her upstairs, finding the room she wanted.

Entering the room, Milly was happy to see it was vacant.

“Milly, what’s going on? Something isn’t right.”

“You’re right, it’s not. I’m sick and tired of watching you get everything when you’re nothing more than a fucking cunt. You’re exactly like me.”

Robin groaned. “What did you do?”

Shoving her down to the bed. “I’m going to make sure no one is ever going to look at you the same way again.”

Robin didn’t put up a fight. The drugs were working fast, and the moment she had her stripped naked, turned on her stomach, she smiled. Stage one of her plan was complete. Now, she just needed to deal with stage two.

No one should mess with her.

Slapping Robin’s ass, hard, she smirked.

This was proving to be a lot more fun than she realized.

Chapter Five

Preacher drank down the shot, letting the burn of the whiskey soothe his soul. It felt so fucking good. He let out a whoop as Bear handed him another.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“I hate to break this to you, but you’re the father of an eighteen-year-old kid now. That makes you so freaking old, and I’m not going to let you miss a moment of it.”

“So getting me a drink is all part of your master plan?”

“It’s all part of a plan. I don’t think it’s a master one. However, we do have a little surprise for you later, but all in good time.”

Preacher downed another shot. He didn’t see a reason not to get drunk. Everyone was in the club, so he had no reason to worry about being called out. His kid had made it to eighteen, and there had been moments throughout the years when he’d wanted to fucking murder him.

All in all, a job well done.

He glanced across the parking lot to see his son with a different woman wrapped around him.