Reaper.
He looked scary, deadly, and he stared at her.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Bishop said. “Get the fuck off my father’s land.”
“You know, Preacher and I, we go way back. A really long way, actually. I know a great deal about the bastard who owns this town and his club. I’ve never known him to be sloppy, and right now, he’s going to pay for thinking about revenge more than keeping the one thing he cares about safe.”
She hated the way Reaper looked at her.
“You have no idea what my father will do if you hurt us.”
“You, I don’t think he’d bother so much, but don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt her. I’ve got big plans for her, and you see, I can’t pass an opportunity to get one up on the old cocksucker.”
Robin looked around the yard to see not one but many bikers. None of them wore the Twisted Monsters’ patch. They were all part of Reaper’s club.
They were surrounded.
“Bishop,” she said. “You need to leave.”
“I’m not leaving you.” He held onto her arm, and she heard Reaper’s laugh.
“You’ve got to give the boy credit. He really doesn’t know when he’s not wanted. I mean, why would you even let her get away with it? Forgive me for eavesdropping, but this chick gets knocked up by your father, carries his baby until she loses it, and then shacks up with him anyway. How can you even think of protecting her? Why put yourself in any danger at all? She’s not worth it. She’ll never be worth it. Take it from a guy who knows a thing or two about women, son, she doesn’t love you. She’s using you, and I bet she’s using your father as well.”
“Don’t listen to him, Bishop. He’s trying to get inside your head so you get rid of me. So you turn on me.”
“It’s not going to happen,” Bishop said. “I love her. She’s my best friend, and I’m not letting her go. Not to you. You need to take your men and get the fuck out of here. My dad will kill you if he finds you here.”
Reaper looked around. “Preacher. Come out. I’m waiting for you. Come and show me how the big old man wants to play this?” Silence fell, followed by the chuckles of some of his club.
There was no way out of this.
Her cell phone was in the pocket of her pants. She just needed to find a way to call Preacher.
“You can do this the easy way, kid, or the hard way. I really don’t care. That bitch is coming with us, and you’re surrounded. There’s no way for you to stop what’s happening.”
“I’m not letting you get her.”
“Then it’s your funeral. I did warn you.”
****
“You know you’re not going to get away with this, don’t you? They will find you, and they will kill you. They’re going to make you wish for death long before it’s given.”
“Do you have any idea how many times I heard that statement? I’ve been hearing it for a long time, and so far, no one has been able to stop me, or get me. You want to know why?”
“Fuck you.”
“Unlike you, I know when to be a prick and when to be nice. You’ve made too many enemies, O’Klaren. People want to see you suffer and so do I.”
“You know it’s a shame the slut lost the kid. I know I pissed off someone else as well, and do you want to know who?”
Taking a seat in front of the man he’d paid particular care on how to kill, Preacher smiled. “I’m all ears.”
“Reaper.”
“I know you got into bed with Reaper.” He lifted up a scalpel. When it came to O’Klaren he intended to take a long time in torturing the bastard. With what he had in mind he’d already negotiated a price with Randall to be called to keep O’Klaren alive.
He’d gotten everyone into place, so whoever came looking for O’Klaren would assume he’d run off with some woman. Once people started to ask questions, he already had the necessary evidence to post in order to make O’Klaren’s colleagues look bad. Not only that, but he had the witnesses with Dog, to call up when the time was right.
Preacher never considered himself a patient man, but throughout the years, he’d come to see in order to get shit done, he had no choice but to be patient. It would be so easy to kill, to maim, to hunt, to hurt, and he’d do it gladly, more than gladly, but it wouldn’t help his cause one bit.
Standing up, he circled O’Klaren, wondering what body part would give him the most satisfaction.
People could survive without ears and noses, and nipples. He’d already forced the man naked, and his pathetic excuse for a dick hung down between his legs.