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“Preach has had enough. Pepper’s drinkin’ every night until she passes out. She’s’ fuckin’ every guy she meets. All of whom she takes ungloved. She’s tellin’ Preach that when the baby’s born, he’s never goin’ to see it,” he says through clenched teeth.
“So Preach is dealing with it how?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Ace gives me a knowin’ look. “He’ll kill her before or after the baby’s born.”
“Fuck,” I seethe.
“That’s what I said.” Ace sighs. “I’ve had about enough of her too.”
“What are we goin’ to do? We can’t let Preach kill her.” No matter how much we’d love to kill the bitch, we can’t while she’s pregnant. After she’s given birth, she’s fair game.
Ace takes a seat at his desk, his face etched with anger. “I’m headin’ over to the club house. We’ll figure somethin’ out.”
I smirk. “You mean the old ladies will?”
His grin says it all. “Eda’s too tired to deal with this shit, and Octavia’s too polite to lose her head—”
“But neither will stand by and let this shit continue. Besides, it’s Kins who’ll be the first to put that bitch in her place.”
He nods. “It’ll be a sight to behold.”
“I’ll speak with Preach and see if I can get his head on straight.”
Ace gives me a nod. “‘Preciate it, brother. Somethin’ has to be done, otherwise Preach is gonna be in lockup for a fuckin’ long time.”
If Preacher loses his mind, he’ll kill her without a second thought, and then he’ll be serving twenty-five to life.
* * *
“You’re a fuckin’bitch, Pep. Christ, what the fuck? Coke? You’re sniffin’ coke while you’re five months pregnant? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hear Preacher growl as I walk up to his apartment.
“I can do whatever the hell I want,” she fires back.
I need to get in there before this shit goes south.
“The hell you can,” he snarls back. “You think I’d be okay with my kid growin’ inside you while you’re takin’ that shit?”
“Honestly, Preach, I don’t give a fuck what you think,” she screams at him.
I open the door and walk in. Christ, this shit’s worse than I thought.
“You good, brother?” I ask him, my gaze firmly on my brother. His chest is rising and falling, his jaw is clenched tight, and his palms are bound into fists.
“Everything’s fucking peachy,” Pepper sneers at me. She’s sitting on the couch, her eyes glassy and wide. There’s a white substance on the table in lines—cocaine. Fuck. She’s fucked up.
“Come on, Preach, Prez has called Church,” I tell him, wanting him to get away from here. Pepper is going to fucking push him until he snaps.
“He’s not going anywhere,” Pepper sneers.
“Not up to you,” I growl at her as I prowl toward her. “He’s a brother, Pepper, a fuckin’ brother.” I push into her space, mere inches from her face. The cunt flinches, but I don’t back off. She needs to learn just how close to death she is. “If you weren’t carryin’ his child, you’d be fuckin’ six feet under. Best remember who the fuck we are.” I pull back from her and straighten. “Preach, let’s go.”
I move out of the apartment, not once looking behind me, because I know he’s following right behind me. He may not want to obey me, but he’s got no choice. I’m his VP. He’ll do as I say.
“You need to calm yourself and sort this fuckin’ shit out,” I tell him once we’re in my truck.
He runs his hands through his hair. “I’m fuckin’ tryin’, Py. I’ve done about everythin’ other than off the bitch.”
I smirk. “Soon as the baby’s born, Preach, you can slit the cunt’s throat.”
