Bear turned toward Bishop. “You.”

“I haven’t slept with her.”

Rebecca threw her to the floor, and Robin stayed there, kneeling on the filth and dirt.

Bear grabbed Bishop and shook him. “I know it’s you, you little punk asshole. I know it’s you.”

“It’s not me, I swear it. I swear it’s not me.”

“You’re the only one sniffing around her.”

“Dad, stop it,” Robin said, her voice breaking.

“You’re sure she’s pregnant?” Preacher asked.

“Yes,” Rebecca said. “So much for your good little angel. She’s nothing but a slut.”

“Enough!” Preacher said. “You call her that one more time and I will forget you’re Bear’s old lady.” He stepped close.

Something was not right with him.

A sixth sense was telling him he wasn’t about to like what was going on.

“Robin and I haven’t had sex. I swear that baby is not mine. It’s not mine.”

Preacher knelt on the ground and reached out.

Robin flinched away from his touch, and he didn’t understand it. She looked up at him, and he saw the pain and fear in her gaze.

“Robin, sweetheart. No one is angry at you—”

“Speak for yourself. I’m fucking angry. I’ve got a slut for a daughter.”

Bear let go of Bishop and backhanded Rebecca.

Robin cringed, covering her eyes.

“Everyone out,” Preacher said.

He didn’t look away. She looked so scared. All he wanted to do was protect her.

Once all the men and women had left the club, he gripped her chin.

“Robin, tell me who got you pregnant.”

“You won’t believe me.”

“I will. I promise.”

Silence hung heavy in the air. He waited, watching her. She was battling the truth and lies.

“It’s yours,” she said.

He burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s not mine.”

“It is,” she said.

“It is, Preacher.”

He turned to see one of the club women had entered from the kitchen. He frowned.

“Okay, wait a minute, what the fuck is going on?” Bishop asked.

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

“I heard her,” Joanne said. “I heard Milly. What she did.”

“I haven’t slept with Robin,” Preacher said.

“Bishop’s birthday,” Joanne said.

“I had a woman…” Preacher stopped and turned to Bear. “You didn’t send a woman to my room.”

Bear shook his head. “None of us did.”

Now he looked at Joanne. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Milly drugged her. I don’t know what she did, but she put Robin in your room. She was naked. You were so out of it, and Milly, well, I think she was trying to help ply you with drink.”

His head pounded as he thought back to that night, and he didn’t want to believe it.

Robin sniffled.

He stepped away from her.

The blood. He’d assumed the woman had started a period. His bed had blood on it and so had his dick.

It hadn’t been period blood but virgin blood.

He looked back at Bear, then at Bishop, and then at Robin. She wasn’t looking at him. Her head was in her hands, and she was sobbing.

He ran a hand down his face as the reality of what he was hearing swirled around him. The last time he’d been drunk, Bishop had been the result, and now, he’d gotten a girl pregnant.

“Fuck!” Robin wasn’t eighteen yet. “Get me Milly, now!”

Joanne was the first to run away.

He looked down at Robin. She was sitting on her ass, knees pressed against her chest, sobbing.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“You’re pregnant with my dad’s baby,” Bishop said. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Why you’ve been studying so much.”

“Not so innocent now, is she?” Rebecca asked, wiping the blood away from her mouth.

“If you speak again, Rebecca, I’m going to knock all of your teeth out. You have no fucking idea what has happened.”

“Yeah, I do. Our perfect daughter is not so perfect.”

“Preacher fucked a minor. In any state that’s statutory rape. She was underage, and even though he was drunk and she was drugged, you think O’Klaren is going to give a fuck?” Bear yelled.

Robin tensed. “I won’t say anything.”

“No, but there will be questions.”

“I’ll marry her,” Bishop said.

This made Preacher turn to his son.

Bishop looked angry, but he hadn’t lost his cool. “We can say we slept together before my birthday. Birth dates and conceptions are always wrong, right?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Robin said.

“They need to believe that baby is mine. We can’t have Dad go down for this.”

“I don’t know what the big deal is,” Milly said. “Get your grubby hands off me.”

He turned to look at the club pussy. He’d never been with Milly because he knew she was a scheming slut, only after what she could get.

One look at her now, and he despised her.

She looked at Robin, then at him, and finally at Bishop. “Why am I here?”

“You drugged her.”

“If that’s what she said. I know what Robin wanted, and she came to me. She told me the son was such a bore. She needed a little excitement. She wanted you drunk.”

“You’re lying,” Robin said, getting to her feet.

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