To Awaken a Monster (In the Arms of Monsters 1) - Page 35

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Grabbing a scalpel, he was going to start on her pretty face. Turning to Milly, he smiled. “You were right about one thing,” he said.

Milly looked at the scalpel, then at him.

“She really did have a nice tight pussy.”


Two weeks later, Robin sat on the edge of her brand-new bed. It wasn’t too hard or too soft. It felt … amazing. She loved it. She couldn’t recall a time she’d had a really perfect night’s sleep.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she dropped her hand back into her lap and held her left hand in her right one, staring down at the simple gold band.

Two weeks wasn’t a long time. Her life had changed so much.

Within the last two weeks, she’d become Mrs. Robin Rose Keats, and she now also lived with Preacher and Bishop.

Bear and Rebecca hadn’t put up a fight. They were both rarely home, and Preacher wanted it to look like she and Bishop were excited about the baby. For now, they hadn’t informed the school of her delicate state.

They were due to go to the hospital in a few days. Randall had already done the blood work to confirm she was pregnant.

She’d been sitting at the dinner table when Preacher got the message.

Lifting her head up, she stared across her bedroom at the mirror that was facing her. Part of her felt like it was mocking her.

Tears filled her eyes, and she felt sick. She always felt sick, but according to the good doctor that was normal.

A knock on her open door made her turn to see Bishop standing in the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Even though she was pregnant and Preacher had asked him to take care, he still found a reason to argue. She couldn’t help but wonder if he really enjoyed their arguing. She didn’t want to believe it. Who would enjoy fighting? She sure didn’t.

She slid her hands beneath her legs and offered him a smile. “Hey,” she said.

There was no point in accepting his apology. They would only be fighting soon enough again anyway. There really was no reason to pretend they wouldn’t be.

“I didn’t want to fight, and I’m so freaking sorry. I fucked up.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

“No, it’s not. I know none of this is your fault.” He walked into the room and sat down beside her, taking her hand, linking their fingers together. “You know I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. Love you too.” She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I just can’t believe it, you know. I thought Milly was a nice girl. She was always so sweet.”

That’s because you were giving her what she wanted.

Robin hadn’t asked about Milly. There really wasn’t any point to. She didn’t care. In fact, since her mother dragged her into the clubhouse to reveal the identity of the father of her child, she hadn’t been back to the clubhouse.

Having everyone stare at her was not a place she wanted to be.

Bishop didn’t let go of her hand. “It was supposed to be me, and I guess I’m jealous.”

She laughed. The sound was forced even to her. “It’s not like I walked up to Preacher and asked him to sleep with me. None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for Milly.”

“I know. I know.” Bishop let go of her hand and got up. “I just … you’re mine.”

“Bishop, I don’t belong to anyone. I’m not a piece of property. I’m just me.”

“You will always be mine.”

“You’re not listening.”

Bishop cupped her face. “I love you. I wanted to be your first, your only.”

She covered his hands with her own. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she didn’t want him to be. Instead, she offered him a smile.

No matter what she said to Bishop, he heard what he wanted to, and saw what he did.

She was surprised he still went through with their rushed wedding, not that either of them had any choice in the matter.

Preacher was there, and Bear, Rebecca, and most of the club were there to see her married to Bishop.

Her mother had even been nice to her, telling her it was a good thing Preacher wanted to take care of her, how some men would have asked her to get rid of the baby.

She didn’t know if that was ever going to be an option.

At the moment, she didn’t feel pregnant. Everything seemed to be going by in a blur.

“You’re going to be giving birth to my fucking brother or sister. That is just messed up. I can’t even think about it because when I do, it creeps me out. I’ve got to get out of here,” he said.

“Where are you going?”

“Away, I just need some fucking space to think.”

She took a deep breath as she listened to the unmistakable sound of the door slamming.

Running fingers through her hair, she got to her feet and made her way downstairs toward the kitchen, coming to a stop when she saw Preacher.

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