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 just going to take her on? Help her grow? Wear your name?”
“Yes.” He flipped each pancake before turning to Bear. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“She’s got Reaper’s blood inside her.”
“It doesn’t make her like him at all. Robin has your blood and Rebecca’s. She hasn’t turned out like either of you.”
Bear burst out laughing. “Really? You think Rebecca wouldn’t have gotten into bed with him the first chance she got?”
Preacher stared at his friend. “Your wife sold out the club and your daughter, as did my son. We know Robin went through hell. If you cannot learn to keep your fucking mouth shut, once all of this is done, you can hand in your patch once and for all. I’m done playing games.”
“You’re fucking serious about this.”
“I’ve never been more serious. You will do this or I’ll kill you.”
Chapter Seven
Her time with Reaper
“ … five … six … seven, eight, nine, ten. You have got all of your beautiful toes. I can just eat you up.” Robin picked up her baby girl and pressed her face to her stomach and gave a little growl, pretending to bite, loving the sound of her sweet noises. A baby wasn’t supposed to laugh yet and it was always supposed to be gas. Personally, she didn’t believe it. She liked to think Bethany was looking at her, smiling, knowing her mother was there to protect her.
“Of course, she’s perfect,” Reaper said, coming into the room.
The large, angry, fierce biker looked out of place in the nursery room.
She lowered Bethany into her arms, kissing her head, loving her so much. “I never doubted she would be.”
Ever since she’d given birth, Robin didn’t feel right. It was strange, but her nerves around Reaper had grown. She had a baby to protect now and she was worried he’d hurt her or do something.
Of course, every time she looked at her little girl, she was shot with guilt, thinking about Preacher. They should have gotten the chance to experience this. To know love, to hold it and keep it.
Only, they’d lost it, never being able to nurse a baby themselves.
“You’ve gone all sad on me again,” Reaper said, sitting on the floor.
“It’s nothing. Just thinking thoughts, you know how I get.”
“Yeah, well, the only person I can figure who’d make you sad and miserable is Preacher, so I guess you’re thinking about him.”
Robin hated to lie. It wasn’t that she was bad at it, but when lies started to build, they spread, and before anyone knew what was happening, one tiny lie became a thousand, and an entire life could be ruined and destroyed because of it. No, she wouldn’t lie to him.
“I was. I was thinking about our little girl, you know. It’s nothing bad or anything.”
“Do you think about him and your kid?”
“Sometimes. Not all the time. With Bethany here, I don’t think about much anymore. She is the cutest, sweetest, most beautiful girl in the entire world.” Her voice had changed to that of a baby’s as she talked.
Reaper laughed. “I think it’s time for us to put her down for her nap.”
Robin didn’t want to let her go. But if she didn’t get her sleep, she’d be cranky, and in that, she had no choice. Getting to her feet, she placed Bethany in the crib. She’d already changed her diaper and had done all the necessary preparations to put her to sleep. “You’re going to sleep now and when you wake, I’ll read to you.” She leaned down, kissing her already sleeping daughter’s cheek. “I’m starting to think she only likes my breasts for the milk she can get.” She pouted. “Once she’s done with me, she’ll toss me aside.”
“I wanted to get back to working on your training again,” Reaper said.
She grabbed the baby monitor, pulling the door so she wasn’t closed off. “More training? I thought I did all of this months ago.”
“You were also pregnant and I don’t want to see you ever caught off guard.”
“You know, I’ve heard a kick to the balls is very productive.” She hated it when he forced her to train to take down an opponent. “Besides, with you around all the time, you’re going to be able to protect me.”
“As you know, there will be chances along the way when I get sloppy.”
She put her hands to his chest. “No, how dare you even think you can be sloppy.”
Reaper pressed her against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Her instinct to recoil was strong but she didn’t. She held onto her composure, keeping her shit together as he stared at her, waiting.
Tilting her head back to look him in the eye, she smiled. “Are you sure you want to train?”
“I want you to be ready for anything. Come on.” Before she could protest, he led her out to their very secluded front yard. Unless it was one of his club men, they never had any visitors. No one ever came to find them.