“I will. I promise.”

Silence hung heavy in the air. He waited, watching her. She was battling the truth and lies.

“It’s yours,” she said.

He burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s not mine.”

“It is,” she said.

“It is, Preacher.”

He turned to see one of the club women had entered from the kitchen. He frowned.

“Okay, wait a minute, what the fuck is going on?” Bishop asked.

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

“I heard her,” Joanne said. “I heard Milly. What she did.”

“I haven’t slept with Robin,” Preacher said.

“Bishop’s birthday,” Joanne said.

“I had a woman…” Preacher stopped and turned to Bear. “You didn’t send a woman to my room.”

Bear shook his head. “None of us did.”

Now he looked at Joanne. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Milly drugged her. I don’t know what she did, but she put Robin in your room. She was naked. You were so out of it, and Milly, well, I think she was trying to help ply you with drink.”

His head pounded as he thought back to that night, and he didn’t want to believe it.

Robin sniffled.

He stepped away from her.

The blood. He’d assumed the woman had started a period. His bed had blood on it and so had his dick.

It hadn’t been period blood but virgin blood.

He looked back at Bear, then at Bishop, and then at Robin. She wasn’t looking at him. Her head was in her hands, and she was sobbing.

He ran a hand down his face as the reality of what he was hearing swirled around him. The last time he’d been drunk, Bishop had been the result, and now, he’d gotten a girl pregnant.

“Fuck!” Robin wasn’t eighteen yet. “Get me Milly, now!”

Joanne was the first to run away.

He looked down at Robin. She was sitting on her ass, knees pressed against her chest, sobbing.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“You’re pregnant with my dad’s baby,” Bishop said. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Why you’ve been studying so much.”

“Not so innocent now, is she?” Rebecca asked, wiping the blood away from her mouth.

“If you speak again, Rebecca, I’m going to knock all of your teeth out. You have no fucking idea what has happened.”

“Yeah, I do. Our perfect daughter is not so perfect.”

“Preacher fucked a minor. In any state that’s statutory rape. She was underage, and even though he was drunk and she was drugged, you think O’Klaren is going to give a fuck?” Bear yelled.

Robin tensed. “I won’t say anything.”

“No, but there will be questions.”

“I’ll marry her,” Bishop said.

This made Preacher turn to his son.

Bishop looked angry, but he hadn’t lost his cool. “We can say we slept together before my birthday. Birth dates and conceptions are always wrong, right?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Robin said.

“They need to believe that baby is mine. We can’t have Dad go down for this.”