Ignoring the calls of his men and women, he made his way up to his room where he took a quick shower.
Closing his eyes, he let the water run down his face.
“I … I don’t want to do this, Preacher. She’s our little girl. We only had a couple of months.”
Washing the day’s grime, sweat, and blood off his body, he turned off the shower.
Walking into his bedroom he came to a stop when he saw Joanne perched on the edge of his bed.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked.
“I figured you’d want some company.”
“You thought wrong.”
She got to her feet, and the robe she’d been wearing slid open, revealing a perfect body, high, pert, heavy tits, tiny waist, slim, even a waxed pussy.
There was a time he’d have loved to bury himself deep inside her.
“Come on, Preacher. I know you want it.” She stepped up toward him, touching his arm.
He grabbed her hard by the back of the neck. “What I want you don’t have the first fucking clue on how to give it to me.” Opening his door, he threw her out of his room. “Stay the fuck away from me, or the next time you come here, I’ll bury my knife in your nasty cunt.”
Slamming his door closed, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt.
Walking downstairs, he came to a stop when he saw Robin dancing with Bishop. She’d been looking at the door, and when she saw him, she immediately averted her gaze.
What the fuck was she doing here?
“Good party,” Rider said. “A lot of chicks out here want you, Preacher.”
“Then enjoy them while I’m not available. I’m heading home.”
“What? You’re not going to taste them?”
“No, I’m not.” He wasn’t in the mood to taste any pussy, or any woman for that matter.
Robin hadn’t seen Preacher since he’d come out of his room. Joanne joined the rest of the party, and she looked happy.
Had Preacher used her? She’d heard the women talking about Preacher’s lack of interest in all of them. Did he suddenly have an interest? Should she care?
Nibbling her lip, she tried not to think of the pain.
Sipping at her water, she stared onto the dance floor. Bishop had made her forget her pain for a short time. Only, seeing Preacher, it had brought it all back and something else as well.
She wasn’t used to feeling such a strong emotion.
There’s no way she should be jealous of Joanne, and yet, she’d felt it.
There was no getting away from the ugliness of her feelings.
Finishing off her water, she couldn’t see Bishop. He wasn’t on the dance floor, nor outside in the yard.
Walking in, she made her way up toward his room and paused when she saw the door partially open.
If he’s in there with someone, I’m leaving.
If he wasn’t then she’d stay, and they’d talk.
Instead of lifting her hand to knock, she stepped close to the door, and pushed it open, only slightly.
Bishop was there all right.
Joanne was between his legs, sucking on his cock.
“Yeah, hurry up. I need to go back downstairs.”
“I can make it worth your while to stay up here. You can have my ass, Bishop. I know you like to have that. I’ll give you what you want. I won’t say anything. It’ll be our little secret.”
Bishop didn’t even hesitate.
“Go on then, hot stuff. You show me what you’ve got.”
Robin stepped back. Bishop would never change, and the truth was, she didn’t want him to. Why change someone who knew what he wanted? She was the problem, not him.
Staring down at her hands, she removed the gold band and placed it on the floor. If he found it, then he’d know.
Turning on her heel, she made her way downstairs, avoiding her father. People moved out of her way, and she quickly cleared the parking lot, finding Bishop’s car.
She rushed toward the driver’s side, found the keys still in the ignition where he always kept them at the clubhouse. No one would touch his car as he was Preacher’s son. The one label he hated being called actually kept his car safe.
Turning over the ignition, she smiled, reversing out of the space and leaving the clubhouse.
She glanced behind her, and no one tried to stop her.
With every mile she took, she felt lighter.
This thing between her and Bishop, it was over. She wasn’t going to be with him. There was no reason to keep on pretending they were going to be together. It wasn’t going to happen. They were too different, and no matter what they were in the past, she couldn’t go back. There was no going back, only forward.
There was a reason she was jealous of those women. When it came to Preacher, she didn’t want him to be with anyone else. It was selfish of her, but she wanted him all to herself, and she didn’t know what else to do.