O’Klaren entered his home and immediately was pissed off. Just looking at the place made him angry. He heard his kids in the background. Their music was way too fucking loud.

“Sweetheart, you’re home.”

He looked at his wife. Her face had too much makeup on, and all he wanted to do was slap her senseless. He raised his hand as if to do just that, but she stopped, whimpering. There was a time she had a mouth on her. She’d talk right back to him because she thought she had a voice, but he’d soon put a stop to any lip from her.

“Get those fucking brats to turn the music down. I can’t think!” He walked into the sitting room, and kicking the coffee table out of the way, he took a seat. “And get me a drink. Now.”

This town, it was everything he’d hoped it to be, but right now, he wasn’t getting what he wanted. Preacher and his godforsaken club were … he couldn’t deny it, fucking brilliant. He’d never known a fucking criminal to tie up loose ends, even better than he did. So far, he’d not been able to find a single hint of any illegal activity going on by the gang, but it was there. He knew it was, and it wouldn’t be long for him to find it. He wanted to do this, to prove that all of those that came before him were fucking pussies. The town itself didn’t exactly require too much in taxing thought. Nothing went wrong, and for the most part, flashing his badge installed fear, and he loved to see it. Preacher was a challenge. He’d expected the club to be sloppy, especially with Milner’s fat ass in the chair, taking bribes.

Downing his drink, he handed her back the glass, wanting more and soon.

She was quick to bring him back his glass full with the nice hard liquor. She stood, nervous, twitching, waiting for him to hit her, but he had no intention of hitting her. Preacher was good at spotting lies, and he needed to keep his slate clean. If he brought down this one biker, he knew it would be the start of a whole new life. There were a lot of bikers out there that needed to be put in their place. He'd take them down, one by one.

Milly, she was supposed to help him, to provide him with the means of actually ending this piece of shit. Instead, she’d disappeared before giving him any concrete evidence. There was something going on with the Robin character, he knew it.

First, he had to clear his mind.

“Get on your knees. Tell the kids if they come downstairs before I tell them, I’ll give them the belt.”

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine