And act he would.

“And did he say why this was never reported?”

“He told me his dad had contacts where it mattered. They’re paid to look the other way, and he didn’t ever have to give witness statements. If a neighbor complained, O’Klaren always found some way of making the neighbor look bad. Planting drugs, false accusations, that kind of thing. He told me if I ever have a run in with him, to get the hell away from him. He’s not good, and he’s rotten to the core. He’s been trying to expose him, and well, for his efforts, he’s having to play the good little boy, or his father will throw him in jail, but under an alias or something. I don’t know. Some of his story seemed far-fetched.”

“We’ll soon find it out and have it—”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

Preacher was interrupted by Bear’s yell.

Getting to his feet, he left his office to find Rebecca holding Robin by the hair. The young woman looked terrified. Tears were streaming down her face, and she looked sick.

“Your precious little angel is up the duff. Pregnant. Bun in the oven, and she thought she could pretend she’s not, but I’ve got the proof.” Rebecca threw the tests at Bear, but they landed on the floor. “I made her take two, and guess what, each one is positive. This little slut has been sleeping with someone.”

Bear turned toward Bishop. “You.”

“I haven’t slept with her.”

Rebecca threw her to the floor, and Robin stayed there, kneeling on the filth and dirt.

Bear grabbed Bishop and shook him. “I know it’s you, you little punk asshole. I know it’s you.”

“It’s not me, I swear it. I swear it’s not me.”

“You’re the only one sniffing around her.”

“Dad, stop it,” Robin said, her voice breaking.

“You’re sure she’s pregnant?” Preacher asked.

“Yes,” Rebecca said. “So much for your good little angel. She’s nothing but a slut.”

“Enough!” Preacher said. “You call her that one more time and I will forget you’re Bear’s old lady.” He stepped close.

Something was not right with him.

A sixth sense was telling him he wasn’t about to like what was going on.

“Robin and I haven’t had sex. I swear that baby is not mine. It’s not mine.”

Preacher knelt on the ground and reached out.

Robin flinched away from his touch, and he didn’t understand it. She looked up at him, and he saw the pain and fear in her gaze.

“Robin, sweetheart. No one is angry at you—”

“Speak for yourself. I’m fucking angry. I’ve got a slut for a daughter.”

Bear let go of Bishop and backhanded Rebecca.

Robin cringed, covering her eyes.

“Everyone out,” Preacher said.

He didn’t look away. She looked so scared. All he wanted to do was protect her.

Once all the men and women had left the club, he gripped her chin.

“Robin, tell me who got you pregnant.”

“You won’t believe me.”