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I see Pepper sauntering toward me. “I fully intend to,” I tell Kins with a wicked smile.
She shakes her head. “Careful with that one,” Kins warns. “She’s gone crazy since you’ve been gone.”
“Noted,” I say, knowing that right now, it’s been fucking four years since I’ve had sex, and once I get enough booze in me to party, I’ll be fucking Pepper until I pass out.
She shakes her head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she tells me with a laugh. “I’m happy you’re home, Reap.”
Same. It’s so fucking good to be home.
* * *
I wake up to a pounding headache and hands roaming my naked torso. I blink at the harsh sunlight that’s spilling into my room and mutter a curse when I see Pepper peering up at me with a needy look in her eyes. I ended up fucking her twice last night and the woman got needy as hell. She clung to me almost as though she belonged to me. It pissed me the fuck off, and I told her to cut it out. She did, and yet somehow, she’s in my room. Naked.
“The fuck?” I snarl as I twist off the bed and reach for my pants. “What the fuck are you doin’ here? Where the fuck are your clothes?”
I don’t do needy bitches, and I certainly don’t want another round. I have shit to do, and that includes reaming out Preacher’s ass. The fucker didn’t come to the party at fucking all last night and I was pissed. Now I’m beyond that.
“Get the fuck out of here, Pepper, and don’t come near me again.”
She pouts at me, her eyes studying my face. Whatever the fuck she sees in my expression is enough for her to nod and pick up her clothes. She scurries out of my room, clutching her clothes to her body.
Christ. I need a fucking shower and some food.
An hour later, I burst into Preacher’s room. I’ve left him long enough. Hell, the brothers have left him long enough to ride this shit out. It stops now. Opening his door, I smell alcohol, along with a mustiness. It’s time for this asshole to get his shit together.
He’s passed out on the bed, an empty bottle of whisky on the floor. I cringe when I see the number of empty cans and bottles of alcohol scattered on the ground. Christ.
I turn on my heel and go in search of some back up. This shit’s about to get messy. But it needs to be done. I enter the kitchen and see both Octavia and Andromeda, along with Ace, Digger, and Shadow. “You five got a minute?” I ask.
Ace is already on his feet and Shadow’s grinning.
“It’s about damn time,” Ace mutters. “No matter how many times I speak with him, he shuts me down and tells me he’s fine.”
“He’s far fuckin’ from it. Girls, I need your help cleaning his room. It’s fuckin’ disgustin’.”
Octavia nods as she reaches beneath the kitchen sink and grabs the cleaning supplies. “Call us when you have him in the shower,” she says softly, a small smile playing on her lips. “He’s not going to like it.”
I shrug. “Tough shit. The asshole needs to sort his shit out and it’s time to do that.”
“Good luck,” Andromeda says.
Ace, Shadow, Digger, and I walk into Preach’s room. Digger mutters a curse when the smell hits him. “Fuckin’ hell.”
“Dig,” Ace says. “Get the shower started. Thankfully, he’s in his underpants, so we can throw him into the shower. No doubt he’s so fuckin’ passed out that he won’t even feel us liftin’ him.”
Ace is right. It takes us ten minutes to lift him and put him into the shower. The girls are already cleaning, throwing the empty bottles into the trash and changing his bedding. I’m not sure when the last time he cleaned his shit was. His room is fucking rancid.
“The fuck?” Preach screams as the water cascades down on him. “Fucking assholes,” he snarls. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You need to get showered,” I hiss at him. “Once you’ve done that, we’re goin’ to talk. You’re done hidin’, Preach. It’s time enough to talk. Shower first, brother, then we’ll have the conversation.”
The anger seeps from his face and embarrassment floods his cheeks, but thankfully, he nods, and I know he’ll do as I say. I’m pissed that my brothers let him get this bad. They should have known he was sinking. They should have done something.
Forty minutes later, Preach comes into Ace’s office. The women are still cleaning his room. It already looks a hundred times better. I’m just hoping they can get the stench out of it.
“I’m sorry,” he says, running his hand through his hair. “I fucked up, brother. I really did.”
I don’t say anything. Ace asked me to let him speak first.
