The following morning, Preacher allowed himself the luxury of watching Robin sleep. She was finally his. There was no confusion after last night or during it. Robin belonged to him, and there was no way he was going to let Reaper take her from him. He knew the truth and now all he had to do was find the right time to show Robin what she didn’t know. Reaper had lost her. It was only a matter of time.
After kissing the back of her neck, he climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and left his bedroom. He intended to make her breakfast in bed.
Men and women had passed out in the halls and it kind of reminded him of a few years ago, before Robin was taken from him. When he’d allow his men to have fun. Those days were fast returning and as his men saw he was back in charge, not that he’d ever left. But he’d also given them all the update of what had happened. What his plans were and how he intended to execute the Slaves to the Beast.
When he got to the kitchen, he found Anne at the table, nursing her head and drinking from a steaming cup.
“Don’t even look at me right now. If my kids could see me, they would be horrified.”
“Don’t worry. No kids are allowed here. I take it you had fun last night.”
“I don’t recall ever drinking or dancing so much in my life. I didn’t try to sing, did I?” Anne asked.
“No singing that I know of.”
“I didn’t see you or Robin at all last night.”
Preacher raised his brow and didn’t say a word.
“You know, I’m rooting for you,” she said.
“I know.”
“Kill me now,” Bear said, stumbling into the room.
“Did you drink a lot last night?” Anne asked.
“I don’t drink.” Bear slumped into a chair.
“What’s your deal then?”
“I don’t like to wake up. Mornings are always a challenge for me. Did you have fun last night?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good singing last night,” Bear said with a smirk.
Anne groaned. “This is why I should stay away from alcohol. The control I have on myself becomes limited.”
Preacher laughed. This was the first conversation he’d had with the woman. He liked her. Of course, anyone who would persuade Robin to pick him was in his good books.
“Where’s Robin?” Anne asked. “I haven’t seen her this morning.”
“She’s still sleeping.”
“I don’t want to know,” said Bear.
“Did you apologize last night, like I told you to?” Preacher asked.
“Yes, I even told her I wasn’t ordered to do it either.”
“Wait, you have to be ordered to apologize to Robin?”
“Look, I’ve got issues. It’s none of your concern.”
“You’ve got issues? That is such a man thing to say, as if it excuses you from actually taking responsibility. You remind me of my husband.”
“Do not even think to throw me with that prick.”