“If that’s what you want to do.”
“It is.” She handed him a cup of coffee. “I need to do something to help. I feel so helpless.”
“Okay. I’ll be waiting. Let me know if you run into any trouble. Stick to the main roads. We don’t know if this was just a target hit or if he’s planning on taking out other members.”
“I’ll be careful.”
Rebecca turned to leave, but stopped, coming toward him to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
He didn’t know why she was thanking him. He took a sip of the horrible coffee, but he didn’t get rid of it.
Turning his attention to the room, he watched Preacher.
The guy had lost a kid tonight, and he honestly didn’t know how the big man was holding up. The man was an enigma when it came to emotions. Sure, he’d seen him when he was angry, drunk, and happy, but this was all new to him.
When Flora had turned to their enemies, Preacher had killed her without any show of betrayal or rage. He’d simply killed her, and it had been handled, quickly, easily, without any fuss.
Robin wasn’t Flora.
She hadn’t died or turned rat.
She’s lost a baby because of the car accident caused by O’Klaren. He didn’t know if Preacher was going to heed his warning or if he was going to turn the town red with O’Klaren’s blood.
Either way, he was glad he wasn’t on the wrong side of Preacher, and those men, whoever they were, were going to do a whole lot of begging and praying before Preacher was done with them.
After sending Bishop to the hospital, Rebecca looked toward the station, and knew O’Klaren was inside.
No one was around to report her going to him or to even notice she paid him a visit.
Right now, she wanted to claw his fucking eyes out for his stupid way of handling Robin. With her bag high on her shoulder, she marched into the station. No one was on the front desk, which was what she was counting on.
She found O’Klaren at his desk, going over some paperwork.
“What the fuck did you do?” she asked, stepping into his office.
“What a pleasant surprise. Come to suck my dick again?”
“She’s alive,” Rebecca said. “You know that, right? Preacher and Robin are alive. She’s in the hospital and will make a full recovery. She lost the baby though.”
O’Klaren sat back.
“So, it was a car accident. No one would suspect a thing.”
She stared at this cop. He was handsome in a pretty, boy-next-door kind of way, but there was a mean streak within him. She hadn’t spent a lifetime with a bunch of bastard bikers not to detect it.
He was cruel, but along with it, he held power and he knew it. In a way it was addictive to be around someone who truly believed they were above the law. This was what this man was, above it all because he owned the law. He knew how to keep on the right side of the law.
“That’s not possible,” O’Klaren said.
“Believe me it is, and what’s more, the men you hired to do this job, they said your name. Preacher knows it’s you.”
“He can’t do anything about it.”
“I told you to make her disappear, not to run them off the road. Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve turned her into some kind of freaking saint. She’s lost a baby, and now they will all adore and care about her.”
“You know, for a spiteful mother, why didn’t you kill her when she was a baby?”
Rebecca glared at him. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’m an asshole, but remember, you’re the one who wanted me to plot to bring Robin down. She’s no longer pregnant, so that makes it a hell of a lot easier to remove her.”
“And how do you figure that when you’re going to be dead soon?”
“I’m not going to be dead, Rebecca. Preacher can’t kill me without exposing himself. I’m going to be around for a long time, and when Robin’s out of the hospital, no one will be keeping an extra eye on her. She’ll be vulnerable, and when she is, the order is for her to be taken.”
“Your ego is going to get you killed. I want no part of this,” Rebecca said. The man clearly didn’t know who he was dealing with. Preacher may not strike immediately, but he would.
“I suggest you be careful, Rebecca. You think I don’t have the necessary evidence to send to your precious club? I do, and they can find out just want a spiteful little cunt you are.”
“She’s not dead?” Bishop asked, entering the room.
Preacher looked up at his son and shook his head. “She’s not dead. If you look closely you can still see her breathing.”
“I … had no idea this could happen.” Bishop stepped up to the bed, and as he did, Preacher let go of her hand so he wouldn’t see.