At the sound of his bike, Bishop looked up, tears in his eyes, face a bloody mess, and it looked like one of his arms was broken.
He got off his bike and walked toward his son.
“Where is she?” he asked.
Bishop held out his cell phone.
“What are we going to do?” Bishop asked.
Preacher stared down at the picture that had been sent to his son’s phone. He hated seeing the look in Robin’s eyes. He recognized the fear. She was trapped with one of the worst monsters in the world, and it was all his fault. If he’d not shown a moment of weakness, Reaper would never have targeted her.
“You came back here?”
“Of course I came back. I know I’m an asshole and I know I don’t deserve her, but I fucking love her. I love her more than anything in the world.”
“Reaper’s club. They were here. They ambushed us, and knocked me out cold. When I came to, she was gone, and the picture was on my cell phone. I don’t know how long I was out. They have her. They’re going to hurt her.”
Preacher stared down at the phone. He couldn’t deny what was going to happen. He’d be lying to his son.
“What are we going to do?” Bishop asked, the sob in his voice filling the air.
“I’m going to find her, that’s what I’m going to do, and when I get my hands on Reaper, I’m going to tear him apart.”
“Do you love her?” Bishop asked as Preacher made his way back to his bike. He stopped and turned to his son. “Well, do you? You use women. You don’t care about them. You don’t love them. How do I know this is any different with Robin?”
“Because she’s mine, Bishop, and I’m not going to stop until I get her back.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
He looked at Bishop. In the back of his mind, he knew he didn’t owe this kid anything. He’d given him a good life, but seeing as he’d stolen his girlfriend from him, it was only fair.
“More than you even realize.”
He didn’t have time to express how he felt about Robin. Bishop would realize the truth when he got her back. He needed to hunt.
To be continued…
Note from author:
OMG!!! If you’re here you are probably hating and cursing me right now. I totally understand, and I get it. Please bear with me. Whenever I do duets, or now for this a trilogy, I will write them all together before I even dream of submitting. So, I hope it’s not too big of a gap. I hope you loved the start of this journey. I know I couldn’t get this story out of my head, and it has been one I’ve wanted to write for some time.