This would be her secret.
Even if Preacher never knew it was her, she wouldn’t allow anyone to find out the truth.
Taking another deep breath, she felt herself starting to calm.
Milly wouldn’t win this.
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What the hell should she do with this information? Joanne watched as Milly made her way back into the clubhouse.
Robin had already run away.
Joanne looked down at her hands, which were shaking, and then up toward the gate.
Poor Robin.
The girl had been born into the club, and she’d been protected from a lot of the reality of the club and the women.
Bear made sure the women kept a wide berth from his daughter, but it hadn’t protected her from Milly, or from what had happened.
She felt sick.
Preacher had slept with that girl, and he didn’t even realize it.
Would he even believe her?
She was just another club pussy. No one cared about what she had to say so long as she spread her legs and kept her mouth shut.
Feeling sick by all this knowledge, she made her way inside.
Milly was already surrounded by a couple of the men, and looked really happy about it as well.
Could this really be happening to her?
She didn’t know what to do.
Taking a deep breath, Joanne tried to calm herself, but it was no good. It wasn’t working, and all she wanted to do was throw up.
She’d wait and see what Preacher had to say first. If he was even looking for the girl who was in his bed, she’d help Robin out. If not, she would stay silent. There were worse things that could happen to a girl, and well, Robin had lost her virginity to Preacher. A lot of women would kill to be in his bed, so she didn’t see the problem. It would all turn out fine in the end.
Chapter Six
“You’re too busy? What do you mean you’re too busy?”
Preacher finished adding the cheese to the cheese melts he was making for him and his son and listening to the conversation on the phone.
It had been three weeks since his son turned eighteen.
Wow, he had an eighteen-year-old son and always had a mixed feeling between wanting to punch him and feeling proud of him.
“Come on, Robin. What the fuck is the problem?” Another pause. “You want me to spell it out to you? You go missing on my birthday and since then I can’t get you to spend any time with me. Dad’s making grilled cheese sandwiches. Stop being a bitch.”
Bishop looked down at his phone. “She hung up on me.”
“What’s going on with all of that, or is that way too much teenage drama for me to deal with?”
He already had a little cop problem of his own, and even though he had no interest in finding out what was going on with his son, he really, really didn’t want to talk about it.
“I don’t know. I mean, she’s acting all weird. She won’t come by the clubhouse anymore. She doesn’t come here anymore. I honestly don’t get it.” Bishop shrugged. “I’ve done nothing to upset her.”
“What about all the women you’ve slept with?”
“She knew about them a lot longer than I’ve been sleeping with them. I just don’t get it.”
“Maybe there’s nothing to get?” Preacher asked. “She’s a girl. It’s that time of the month.”
“For three weeks?”
“Women are amazing and mysterious things.” He thought about the woman his men had given him.
He couldn’t remember the full details, but he would have liked to have at least known her name. Especially when he woke up, he’d found blood on the sheet. Clearly the woman had left his bed completely embarrassed to have started her period while being in bed with him.
He wasn’t completely oblivious to a woman’s needs nor was he too sensitive. He remembered when Bear came to the club a couple of years ago after Robin got her first period. The guy looked like he was going to have a stroke, and it was all because he’d been at the store staring at tampons and pads and didn’t have the first clue which one to pick.
Maybe it was because he didn’t have a daughter, but it really didn’t bother him. Women had periods, and it was just one of those things they had to deal with and men had to accept that they weren’t getting any fun time.
“Amazing, yes, but I don’t think they’re mysterious.”
The sandwiches were finished, and he put them on a plate, sliding them over to Bishop as he started to assemble another for himself.
“I just don’t see what the problem is,” he said. “She’s been acting so weird. She won’t hang out with me anymore, and I know she knows about the women because Robin knows me. It’s like she’s trying to hide. She won’t even walk with me between classes, and now she spends a lot of time at the library. I don’t know. It’s like she is a different person.”