Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“You’re not weak. You’re not even close to being weak, I promise.” Robin touched Anne’s hand. “I’m thinking you should consider being with others. He’s having all the fun, why not you? You deserve it as well.”
“Let’s not think about it. I don’t want to even give myself a chance to think anyone could want me. Enough about me and my boring old life. Let’s get back to what is important, you. Preacher or Reaper. Tell me your thoughts.”
“Ugh, do I have to?”
“What stays with us tonight in drink, will stay with us. Huh, that makes no sense.”
Robin giggled. “Nothing is supposed to make sense. Okay, fine, let’s talk. I love Preacher so much. I spent so much time hoping he’d come and get me, you know. The whole daring rescue. You cannot tell anyone else about all of this.”
“I won’t. I promise. Stays with us and the drink. I was flattered to be able to go somewhere rather than stick around here and clean.”
“I think I should make you go on a date.”
“Nah, dating is so not for me.” Anne waved her hand in the air. “It’s for young people without problems. Now, Reaper, let’s talk about him.”
Robin finished her glass of wine.
“Why do I feel I’m going to get a lot of dirty details now?”
Robin laughed. “I wouldn’t say they’re dirty details. More like … scared feelings. When I was taken, I thought Preacher would come. Days turned into weeks, and the whole jargon of how long it took. I was always hoping he’d find me. How hard could it be? Then of course, he didn’t ever turn up and I started to lose hope. When you’re with someone for so long and your only salvation is being rescued and for that not to happen, it wears on you. He wasn’t going to come to my rescue. He didn’t care about me, and then I started to have feelings for Reaper.”
“Stockholm thing?”
“Maybe, I don’t know. We were together and I enjoyed being with him. I got pregnant and he was willing to give up the club life for me. Settle down. I know Preacher would never give up the club life for me. I don’t know if my feelings for Reaper are real, or if I’ve somehow made myself … open to him. Am I making sense? I don’t think I am. I make no sense to myself at all.”
“Yes, you’re making perfect sense, but it could also be the wine. Let me get another bottle.” Anne stumbled out of the room but she didn’t stop talking. “I guess what you’ve got to ask yourself is would you want Preacher to give up the club for you? You know it’s who he is. I’ve only heard all the rumors, but it’s part of him, and would you even want him to do something you know he’d hate to do, or risk the club being run by someone who wasn’t as good as Preacher?”
Anne came back with the open wine, pouring them both a glass.
Robin gulped the liquid down. She did it so fast, she didn’t even taste it. “I’ve known the club my entire life. I was born into it.”
“So, it’s not like it’s all new for you or anything. It’s all the same stuff. The only difference is you’re going to be with the president rather than his son. I got a bad vibe from Bishop. I don’t like him.”
“He used to be great, you know. A good friend. The best person to have around.”
“What happened?”
“To put it bluntly, he found his dick, and since then, he’s been horrible. Unbearable. I don’t know. Maybe it is just me.” She shrugged. “The wine is helping big time. There was a time when I’d do anything for him.”
“It didn’t look that way today.”
“I wanted to hurt him. To make him feel the same kind of pain he’d made me feel.” Sadness descended on her.
“Okay, so we move on. Nothing can make us moody. Let’s lighten the mood. Who’s the best in bed?”
“Seriously? You want me to talk about that?”
“I’m not getting any. I know Elijah would but, gross. I don’t even know if he bags his dick anymore. Believe me, I have no interest in sleeping with my husband. Not that he lasted all that long.” Anne laughed. “How stupid does that sound? You’ve got to help a girl out here. I bet Preacher’s a monster in the sack.”
Flashes of Preacher’s hands, his mouth, his dick, all of him wrapped around her, consuming her, filling her with all parts of him.
“He’s … amazing.”
“And Reaper?”
Thinking about Reaper made her feel guilty. She didn’t want to think about her time with him, or even what it felt like.
“You know, I think we both know who you need to pick,” Anne said.
“I’m sorry. I … I’m confused.”