“I don’t know what the big deal is,” Milly said. “Get your grubby hands off me.”

He turned to look at the club pussy. He’d never been with Milly because he knew she was a scheming slut, only after what she could get.

One look at her now, and he despised her.

She looked at Robin, then at him, and finally at Bishop. “Why am I here?”

“You drugged her.”

“If that’s what she said. I know what Robin wanted, and she came to me. She told me the son was such a bore. She needed a little excitement. She wanted you drunk.”

“You’re lying,” Robin said, getting to her feet.

He wanted to help her but held himself back.

“Am I? Please, I know a cry for help when I see one. Seriously, do you not see the conniving bitch? She wanted you, Preacher, and you, Bishop. I only helped. I was a good friend.”

“You’re lying,” Joanne said. “You wanted to hurt her, to ruin her, and you told her no one would believe her. She’s been all alone.” Joanne bowed her head. “I’m sorry for not speaking up sooner. I didn’t know what to say, and I … I didn’t know.”

Preacher ran a hand down his face, a little shocked. He had no intention of becoming a father again or ever.

“Take her to the basement,” he said, looking at Bear. “You, get out of sight.” He looked at Rebecca. “And you.” This was to Joanne. “Bishop, I need a few moments alone with Robin.” He looked at Robin. “Do I scare you?”

She shook her head but wouldn’t answer him.

It was all he was going to get for now, and he supposed that was more than he should have expected.

He’d thought about the woman from that night a few times. Never seeing her face or learning her name, he’d started to think she was just an illusion. However, the stained sheets were evidence she’d been there. The blood hadn’t come out, and he hadn’t thrown the sheets out, even though he’d had them washed several times.

Bishop didn’t offer her any comfort.

His son left, as did Bear with Milly, Rebecca, and Joanne, leaving him alone with Robin.

She stood, hands clenched, looking so damn scared.

He didn’t know what to say, or what to do. This wasn’t easy for him.

What about her?

She didn’t ask for this.

She’s pregnant with your baby after being drugged.

You weren’t gentle.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“I didn’t know what to say, or what to do? It wasn’t exactly easy,” she said. “How do you think I should have said anything? Milly drugged me, put me in your bed, you had sex with me, now I’m pregnant?”

Her face was bright red.

“It’s why you’ve not been around, isn’t it?”

She sniffled. “I … I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you want to get rid of it?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I was hoping I was wrong, but Mom heard me this morning throwing up, and she made me take those tests.” She ran fingers through her hair. “I don’t know what to do. I’m seventeen. I’m not prepared for this. I’m terrified. I don’t want you to go to prison.”