“No, you haven’t.”

“You must have enjoyed her virgin pussy,” Milly said, spitting the words out.

Bear, where he was sitting on the step, suddenly stood. “What the fuck did you say?”

“To torture me, to hurt me. I heard you asking around about the woman in your bed.” Milly laughed. “I saw the blood on the sheets. She must have been a real tight cunt. No man had ever touched her, and now you will live with knowing you were her first.”

Bear moved up into her face. “That’s my little girl you’re talking about.”

Preacher didn’t stop him from hitting her.

He did so twice, shattering her nose.

Milly screamed, and Bear shook his head.

“You’re dead,” Bear said. “You’re going to pray for death long before he grants it to you. I’ve seen what he does when he gets started. There is going to be nothing left of you, and you’re going to pray for mercy. He’ll never grant it to you.” Bear turned to look at him, and Preacher nodded.

Within seconds they were alone. The only sounds in the room were Milly’s sobs.

“I only wanted to be important. Everyone cares about Robin, but she’s still a woman, like me.”

“Robin is nothing like you.”

He opened the pouch containing his most prized tools, running his fingers across each handle, smiling. He’d missed this.

Grabbing a scalpel, he was going to start on her pretty face. Turning to Milly, he smiled. “You were right about one thing,” he said.

Milly looked at the scalpel, then at him.

“She really did have a nice tight pussy.”

****

Two weeks later, Robin sat on the edge of her brand-new bed. It wasn’t too hard or too soft. It felt … amazing. She loved it. She couldn’t recall a time she’d had a really perfect night’s sleep.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she dropped her hand back into her lap and held her left hand in her right one, staring down at the simple gold band.

Two weeks wasn’t a long time. Her life had changed so much.

Within the last two weeks, she’d become Mrs. Robin Rose Keats, and she now also lived with Preacher and Bishop.

Bear and Rebecca hadn’t put up a fight. They were both rarely home, and Preacher wanted it to look like she and Bishop were excited about the baby. For now, they hadn’t informed the school of her delicate state.

They were due to go to the hospital in a few days. Randall had already done the blood work to confirm she was pregnant.

She’d been sitting at the dinner table when Preacher got the message.

Lifting her head up, she stared across her bedroom at the mirror that was facing her. Part of her felt like it was mocking her.

Tears filled her eyes, and she felt sick. She always felt sick, but according to the good doctor that was normal.

A knock on her open door made her turn to see Bishop standing in the doorway.