“Done it with your dad. Do you even hear yourself right now? I didn’t have a choice. The woman who had a thing for you, took it out on me. That’s the reality. I didn’t choose this.”

“Well you could be making the fucking most of it, but instead, you’re only seeing the bullshit.”

She felt the tears building up. Opening the car door, she slammed it closed behind her.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he asked.

“I’m going inside to study. I’m sorry that I’m not in the mood to screw my selfish husband!” She yelled the last bit.

“Fine. I can have whoever I want.”

With the key in hand, she turned toward him. “Go, Bishop. Just freaking go. I don’t care.”

He pulled out of the driveway as she slammed the door closed.

Collapsing against it, she tried to gain her composure, but nothing seemed to be working. “Why did it have to get so messed up?”

Removing her jacket and bag, she made her way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before going into the dining room.

She sat down, ignoring the fact she had so much homework.

It didn’t take long for Preacher to arrive.

He entered the dining room, keys in hand. “Where’s Bishop?”

“He took off.”

“From the look on your face, did you two get into a fight?”

She burst out laughing. “When are we not fighting these days?”

“It was a tough one?”

“Yeah, real tough.” She took a sip of her water, wondering if she should tell the father of her husband and current baby that his son wanted sex?

“Anything I can help you with?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Try me. I could surprise you.”

She snorted. “Okay, my husband wants his rights in the bedroom.” She didn’t know a more delicate way of putting it.

“He wants to fuck.”

“Yeah.” She looked down at her stomach. There was something there, a roundness, but that was about it. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“You and him not done anything before or after?”

“Nothing.” Her cheeks heated. “I better do some homework.” She got to her feet and paused. “What happened to Milly?”

Preacher looked at her. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Be aware, Robin, somethings in life, you don’t want to have the answers to.”

She thought about Milly. “You know, I thought she was being nice. That she was being my friend. I had no idea how much she hated me. How can anyone hate you so much without even knowing them?” She sniffled. “She was so spiteful, and she thought it was funny what she did. I don’t … I need to know what happened to her.”

Preacher took her bottle of water and drank half of it.

“I killed her. I tore her apart. I sliced her up, made her hurt, and then, I buried her in a secure location. She hurt a lot before she met her end.”