When he got to the last page, he paused. “She was going to try and attempt to blackmail me.”

The greedy bitch had wanted a couple of million dollars for her silence and for the evidence to go away.

“This doesn’t prove anything,” Bear said.

“No, but what it does prove is Milly knew what she was doing, and I wouldn’t doubt for a single second, she whispered the right words of doubt into mister asshole’s ear.” He snapped the file closed.

He walked outside, and it had already started to get dark. One of the trash bins was already alight, and the other club brothers moved out of his way.

Slowly, piece by piece, he burned up the evidence of Robin and himself.

Never would he allow himself to get that drunk he didn’t know what was happening.

Bear left as he finished burning up the documents.

After the fire burned down, Preacher didn’t go home.

He had to keep his distance for Robin’s sake. He’d already turned her life upside down and inside out.

One, she was married to his son. Two, she was living in his house. Three, she was having his baby.

Robin Rose fucking Riley was having his baby.

Not Riley anymore, no, Keats.

He was getting too old for this shit.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the fog from his mind, but nothing was working. It was all just a bit too much for him.

He made his way into his office. Then he closed the door and walked behind his desk, slumping down.

There was nothing for him to do yet, but sit around and wait.

Waiting for what exactly, he didn’t know. With everything going on around him, he felt so fucking out of it. He couldn’t do jack shit with O’Klaren breathing down his neck. This new cop had really thrown a wrench in the works, and it pissed him off to know there was nothing he could do, at least not yet.

Dog wanted to get another fight up and running, and it would be good for business. They’d already had too much of a gap between fights, and he was ready to get back into the swing of things.