Preacher

by Erin Trejo

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  Contents

  1. Preacher

  2. Gaia

  3. Preacher

  4. Gaia

  5. Preacher

  6. Gaia

  7. Preacher

  8. Gaia

  9. Preacher

  10. Gaia

  11. Preacher

  12. Gaia

  13. Preacher

  14. Gaia

  15. Preacher

  16. Gaia

  17. Preacher

  18. Gaia

  19. Preacher

  20. Gaia

  21. Preacher

  22. Gaia

  23. Preacher

  24. Gaia

  25. Preacher

  26. Gaia

  Epilogue

  1

  Preacher

  “You’re jokin’ right?” I ask, looking up at Grave as he smirks at me where I sit on the couch.

  “No. Do I look like I’m fuckin’ playin’?” That stupid smirk stays in place.

  “It’s twenty fuckin’ degrees outside, Grave.”

  “What the fuck is your point? It’s for a good cause,” he adds. Yeah, I get that part, but that doesn’t mean I want to freeze my fucking cock off out there.

  “Then you do it,” I tell him, passing him back the piece of paper that he handed me.

  “We’re all doin’ it,” he growls. I blow out a breath, annoyed with the whole idea.

  “No one wants to see our bears run into hibernation, brother.”

  “What?”

  “Cold equals cock shrinkage. Didn’t you learn that as a kid?” I eye him.

  “You’re sick, you know that?” he asks, bringing his beer to his lips. “The money goes to premature babies, just like Faith.” He would bring up Faith. It’s a dirty way to play, but he knows that any of us assholes around here would do anything for that little girl. She’s the light in all of our chaos. She is the calm before every storm.

  “Fuck you, Grave. I can’t believe you signed us up for some charity shit,” I grumble. I really can’t believe he did it. Of all the shit he could have chosen for us to do, it’s charity work.

  “What part of ‘it’s for a good cause’ don’t you get?” He narrows his eyes at me and the thought of slapping them off his face crosses my mind. It’s not that I don’t want to do charity work, it’s just… well I don’t want to do charity work! That’s not who we are, not what we do.

  “Yeah, asshole. It’s for a good cause.” Freak roams through the main room in a tiny ass speedo. I can’t even look at the fucker. Closing my eyes, I shake my head.

  “I can tell you for sure I ain’t wearin’ that,” I add pointing in Freak’s general direction. Grave laughs when I open my eyes.

  “I said shorts. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doin’,” he adds, pointing over his shoulder.

  “I’m showin’ you bitches up. We all know my cock’s the biggest one in the club. I can pull this shit off,” Freak says, grabbing it so we all get a clear view. I groan and drop back against the couch.

  “Fine. What the fuck ever, but I’m stickin’ my cock in somethin’ warm when that shit is over,” I tell Grave.

  “Don’t care what you do after, just have your ass out there at six p.m.”

  “Yeah, pick the fuckin’ coldest part of the day you fucker.” Grave flips me off and walks away when Psycho drops down next to me.

  “You don’t have to do it,” he says, annoying me a little further. Of course, I do. Everyone else is. I would look like the jackass if I didn’t.

  “Fuck you, brother. Don’t you have people to torture or some shit?” I ask, eyeing him. He smirks and runs his hand through his hair.

  “Don’t I wish. I’m tired as fuck, man.”

  “Baby keepin’ you up?” He nods his head.

  “Not just her. Loralai is off. She’s got some kind of depression shit that girls get after they have a baby.”

  “Damn, Psycho. Anything I can do to help?” I ask, concerned about my boy now. I know he’s taken being a father pretty hard. He wasn’t prepared for that shit, but being back on his medicine and having the girls has really calmed him in ways that we never thought possible.

  “No. I got this,” he says, straightening his spine. I slap a hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze, letting him know that I’m here if he needs me. No words need to be spoken between us; this is just how we are.

  “You doin’ this charity shit?”

  “It ain’t shit, asshole! Did you forget my kid was premature?” he snaps. Okay, so maybe he isn’t as calm as he should be.

  “Calm the fuck down. I didn’t forget shit. I just don’t like the idea of ridin’ with my dick sucked inside my body in two-degree weather.” A small smile cracks his face as he looks at me.

  “It ain’t like it’s that big to begin with. You forget we grew up together?” Bastard. I flip him off and shove off the couch, moving toward the bar.

  “You are not drinking before the event!” I come to a complete stop when I hear Betty yelling. It has to be me she’s yelling at too, since no one else is near the damn bar.

  “And why the hell not?” Ignoring her, I grab a bottle and pour a glass. I don’t even give a shit what it is at this point.

  “You can’t ride drunk,” she snaps, grabbing the bottle from my hand.

  “I always ride drunk!”

  “Not for something important, Preacher! Go get your old bible and say a prayer,” she sneers in my direction. I roll my eyes, take down my drink, and light a cigarette instead.

  “You pissed her off,” Silla adds when she’s close enough.

  “I’m always pissin’ someone off around here.”

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, clearly seeing the look in my eyes. The thing is, I don’t know what’s wrong. Everything feels off. It has for the last month. I don’t know if it’s the club or me. I can’t shake the feeling and I sure as hell don’t like it, but it’s there.

  “I don’t really know, darlin’.” I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek before going down the long hall to my room. Once I’m locked quietly inside, I drop onto the bed and pull open the nightstand drawer. Sitting there looking me in the face is the bible my dad gave me. It’s the reason they call me Preacher. Reaching over, I pick it up and run my fingers over the
cover, remembering the first time he handed this to me.

  “Not everything in the world is bad, Son. There is some good.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, looking up at him. He’s older, older than most dads are with a six-year-old kid.

  “It means, be smarter than they are. Know where to find the good. Know where to find the answers you’re lookin’ for. No one can find them for you.”

  As I crack open the old worn bible, I wonder if he was right. I wonder if there is more out there than I know.

  2

  Gaia

  “What makes you think I will listen to anything you have to say?” I ask, as he stares me down. I know this isn’t the way I’m supposed to be acting, but at the same time, I don’t care. I’ve had enough men in my life telling me what to do and I will not have another.

  “We are to be married, Gaia. That’s why you will listen to whatever I have to say,” he growls. Ah, if only Leonardo knew me as well as he thinks he does, then he would understand that I will bow down to no man ever again in my life.

  “In your fairy tale dreams,” I say, rolling my eyes. I move to walk past him when he grabs my arm, pulling me back in front of him. I almost scream but what good would that do? My father has made the choice, and now I have to pay for said choice. Or so they think.

  “You think I won’t handle you with force? Is that what you have in that pretty little head of yours?” His warm breath dances over my flesh and the thought of cutting his throat crosses my mind.

  “You don’t want to know what I have in this pretty little head of mine,” I remind him through gritted teeth.

  “Maybe not him, but I do.” I smirk when I hear my brother’s voice. I know Lorenzo wouldn’t let this asshole harm me in any way. Jerking my arm free, I turn toward the door to see his menacing frame blocking out the light in the hall. My brother isn’t one to mess with and that’s why I rely on him so much. He protects me, keeps me safe.

  “Do you really? Last time you didn’t think my ideas were all that great,” I remind him with a smile as I slowly stroll toward him. When I’m close enough, he grabs me, pulling me into a hug.

  “I’ve missed your little smart mouth,” he whispers.

  “I’ve missed you too.” Enzo, as we all call him, has been away on business for our father.

  “Now, what was I missing when I walked in?” he asks, spinning me so that I’m facing Leo once more. He doesn’t let go of me, keeping his hands planted on my shoulders.

  “Leo was telling me how he would use force with me if I didn’t do as he wanted.” The smirk that crosses my face shouldn’t be there. I should be following orders, but I was never the type. I’m way too rebellious for that. I always have been. That’s part of the reason my father is trying to marry me off to Leo. Leo isn’t a nice man and has been known to break women to the point they are nothing but empty shells putting on pretty smiles when they are told to. I, on the other hand, will not be one of those.

  “Force? And what do you plan on forcing my sister to do?” Enzo’s hands tighten on my shoulders without him even realizing it. I try not to flinch, but the pain is sharp.

  “Oh, Lorenzo. You do know your father has set us up to be married. I know that doesn’t come as a surprise for you. When Gaia is my wife, she will be mine to do with what I please.” The sick smile that crosses his face causes panic to run through my veins. Enzo’s hands squeeze a little harder before they are gone completely, right along with my brother. He’s rushing toward Leo, his hands balled into fists. I hear the crack of bones before I see the blood flowing freely. Tilting my head, I take in the scene. Enzo is pummeling Leo and I have no urge to stop it, not that I need to. In seconds, there are men flying into the room as my father spews orders. Enzo is pulled off Leo.

  “You ever hurt her, and I will make your life a living hell!” Enzo roars, his eyes boring into Leo’s. Leo just smirks, wiping the blood from his nose.

  “What is all this?” my father asks, stepping in between the men. I stay close to Enzo until the men finally release him, then he throws his arm around my shoulder, keeping me close to him.

  “Your son has yet again interrupted my time with Gaia.” Leo is such a fucking coward.

  “He was threatening her!” Enzo growls.

  “Lorenzo, need I remind you of your place in this family?” When my father turns to face him, I can feel the tension in him. Enzo and my father have never gotten along. Ever.

  “Need I remind you of your age and health? Soon, I will be running this family and there is nothing you can do to stop that,” Enzo hisses.

  “Is that so? The fact that I am marrying her off to Leonardo Cancio should prove otherwise.” He’s a bastard. He always has been, but since my mother passed away, he’s become worse. I thought that maybe he was just grieving in his own way, but that has slowly changed. He isn’t grieving; I don’t know that he ever has. He’s a monster.

  “Do you really think that I’d let this wedding go on? Have you not looked at the man that I’ve become, Father?” Enzo asks, stepping closer to him. My father recoils slightly, but I see it right before it disappears. He’s afraid of Lorenzo, which he should be.

  “You have no choice in the matter.”

  “Don’t I? We will see about that now, won’t we?”

  “Is that a threat?” my father asks, stepping closer.

  “You take that as you’d like. You did raise me after all, yes?” My father is practically seething with rage, and I find it amusing. I know just how powerful Lorenzo is. He’s never kept me out of the loop as far as his plans are concerned.

  “Then you know better than to challenge me,” my father hisses. Enzo smiles and takes a step back before he says, “Do forgive me, Father. My sister and I have a lunch date to attend.” With that, he spins on his heel, grabs my arm and drags me out of the room and down the hall. He doesn’t speak as our butler holds out our coats. Slipping mine on, Enzo releases me just long enough to get his on before grabbing me again.

  “Stop pulling on me,” I mumble.

  “Stop starting fights.” We’re out the door and into the waiting limo when I turn to face him.

  “What do you mean? He was grabbing on me, Enzo!” I watch him run his hand over his face before turning to face me fully.

  “I know that. He isn’t having you, Gaia. I promise I’m going to figure this all out, okay? Just trust me.”

  “I do trust you. You’re my brother.” He nods his head and pulls me closer into his side.

  “And I will protect you like a brother. No man will ever be good enough for you, certainly not the likes of Cancio.”

  3

  Preacher

  This is bullshit. The biggest amount of bullshit that has ever been set in front of me. Running for a Cause. That’s what they’re calling this shit, while I stand here in a pair of fucking boxer briefs, my cock slowly sneaking into the warmth of my body. I now know what it feels like to have a goddamn pussy because my junk is officially gone. It’s thirty-three degrees, for fuck’s sake!

  “This is fucked up,” Freak grumbles next to me. You should see it. Picture a shit ton of bikers from all over the area standing in boots and boxers. That doesn’t make for the best picture in my head, although the girls seem to like it. Loralai has the biggest smile on her face that I’ve seen in a long time. That alone makes this shit worth it.

  “Fuck you. You agreed to this shit,” I remind him. My teeth chatter from the cold as we wait to hear the winners announced. People bet money on this shit. Can you even believe that? I guess I shouldn’t complain since Faith was premature and that’s where all the money goes.

  “Fuck this shit,” Grave says, moving toward Silla, grabbing his clothes. I move along with him, taking mine too. If he can get dressed, so the hell can I.

  The winners are announced, and so are the proceeds, but my mind is far from this shit. It still lingers on what Betty said to me about the bible. I find myself in this place at times—wondering what could have been
. What was my dad trying to tell me? I suppose none of that matters in the long run. We were both meant to be Royal Devils and that’s exactly what we are.

  “Oh, fuck.” I look over at Grave when I hear him speak. Silla turns and follows his gaze at the same time I do. We both spot him in the crowd, smiling and shaking hands, but his eyes are on Grave’s.

  “What the hell? At a charity event?” Psycho asks when he steps up next to us, shrugging back into his cut.

  “Ricci does a lot of charity shit too, don’t forget. That could be all this is,” Grave reminds everyone. Yeah, I fucking doubt that judging by the way he’s eyeing him. It doesn’t take long for the crowds to part for him. He steps up and offers his hand to Grave, which he takes.

  “I wasn’t aware that your club was involved in these types of things,” Lorenzo says, keeping that smile of his in place.

  “This is our first. It’s special to one of my brothers,” Grave informs him.

  “Ah, well, that I can appreciate. I wanted to congratulate you on acquiring the club as your own. We all know how that had to be handled.” Grave nods, but this isn’t a friendly visit. Enzo doesn’t give two shits about what we do around here. There’s been a long understanding between the club and his family that no one has ever broken. No, he’s here about something.

  “What is it you want?” I ask, sick of the pleasantries. His eyes move to mine and roam over my cut as if he doesn’t know who the fuck I am. Hell, Enzo’s dad and Cash used to be friends way back when we were little. We used to play shoot-out with the fucker.