With her daughter being pregnant with Preacher’s baby, it gave her an opportunity to move higher up the ranks.

If that was really what her mother thought, Robin wasn’t going to tell her otherwise. It would be up to her mother to experience that heartbreak, not her. She had way too much to deal with. For a start, she really had to stop fighting with Bishop—only, he wanted something from her she wasn’t ready to give.

“You okay?” Preacher asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

****

Of all the people to get pregnant by, Rebecca couldn’t believe her daughter had fucked Preacher. That man was always so picky about the women he took to bed, and Robin didn’t even have to do anything.

She couldn’t fucking believe it.

She stared at Preacher, who sat beside Robin.

The two looked so fucking odd together. Her daughter with her long brown hair and plain features. She wasn’t a catch, not by any means.

She wondered if Preacher would be so attentive if she hadn’t been a virgin.

Sipping at her wine, Rebecca hated how she’d been stuck with the second in command while Robin got the king.

Stabbing her fork into her lasagna, she tried to remain calm. She should be happy. At least the brat was finally out of her house and she’d noticed Bear had been spending more time with her.

One day, she would get what she deserved, and there was no way she was going to let her daughter have everything.

Virgins and innocents didn’t survive in their world. They were cannon fodder.

Preacher would grow bored, and then Bear’s little girl would be nothing more than used goods.

****

Preacher was pissed.

He got to the clubhouse to find his son wrapped around not one but two of the club sluts. Preacher couldn’t even remember their names.

Preacher dragged his son out of bed by his ankles, and Bishop came awake with an almighty thud as he hit the floor.

Preacher really didn’t give a shit. Using his neck, he pulled him to his feet.

“What the fuck?” Bishop said.

Squeezing on his neck, Preacher smiled. Blood or not, he would take the little shit out. There was no room for weakness, and he didn’t hold any affection for his son. Sure, he’d raised him, but they’d never really connected. There had always been something between them, and he truly believed it was hatred because of his mother.

Bishop, even though he’d never say anything, resented him, he was sure of it. He was pissed for killing his precious mommy, but he could suck his dick for all he cared.

“What instruction did I give you?” Preacher asked.

“What?”