A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters 3)

Robin closed her eyes. “Wife?”

“Yeah. Bishop’s hatred of you and the entire club, it drove him to make one other decision. Bishop and Robin haven’t been married for some time now. So, I took care of that little deed. She and I are very much married. Also, I might want to warn you Robin didn’t have a choice. I know you’ve got a problem with me, but your daughter isn’t a whore. The only reason you’re still sitting there feeling all superior is because I know my wife wouldn’t like me to kill you, but don’t push me. There’s only so much I’m willing to have Robin put up with, and you, my friend, are holding on by a thin fucking thread. Bishop is the cause of all of this, not Robin. You keep those threats of yours to yourself, otherwise, you and I are going to have a serious problem.”

“I need some air,” Bear said.

She didn’t watch him leave. The moment she heard the door slam, she opened her eyes and Reaper was there.

“I guess you didn’t get to that little detail.”

She shook her head.

“I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter. I … I’ve got to go to bed.” She turned on her heel, about to leave the room.

“I can take you away from all this. You don’t have to set foot or be anywhere near Preacher and his club. They don’t deserve you. You certainly don’t need to listen to what they say to you. You’re not a whore, never have been.”

She turned toward him and waited.

“You’re better than this,” he said. “You’re better than all of this.”

“You never gave up your club or what you did, not even after I gave birth to Bethany. It’s why I ended up back here, broken, hurt, and tortured. Do you have any idea what those men … did to me?” She pressed her lips together and waited.

“Robin.”

She took a step back. “I don’t…” She stopped needing a minute, or ten. “I need to get some sleep. It’s been a really long day.”

Without looking back at him, she climbed the stairs and went straight to her bedroom rather than the one she’d been sharing with Preacher. It was now wrong to share a bed with him. If she climbed into his bed, would Reaper demand the same? It was confusing, and all she wanted to do was fall asleep. To be somewhere where her troubles didn’t exist. Where she didn’t have to make choices and decisions or remember what had once been.

After grabbing the spare pillow, she placed it over her face and sobbed.

Chapter Two

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Dog said.

Preacher removed his leather cut and wrapped some bandages around his fists, flexing them. “Whoever you’ve got lined up tonight, change it. I’m going on.”

“Seriously? You’re going to come here and tell me how to work my men and my business?”

“Most of them have a death wish. It’s why they come here in the first place. Don’t give me all that bullshit about how they need the money and stuff.”

“Preacher, I hate to break it to you, but you and I have a working relationship. Your boys, t

hey don’t like me.”

“I don’t give a fuck what it is they like or don’t like. I know what I want you to do. Now, organize for me to go on there.”

“And if you die?”

“It’s a decision I make.”

“This is fucked up.”

“Listen to me, Dog, I’m not asking for your permission. What I’m telling you right now is if I don’t go out there and hurt or kill, then I’m going home and murder the bastard who raped my woman and impregnated her with his kid, then kill my son who allowed it all to happen.”

Dog paused. “Wait a second, these people aren’t dead already?”

“I’ve got a deal with the fucking devil and I can’t kill them, not yet. It is all about timing.”