7/2/2023 0 Comments Preacher Man by V. TheiaThat same anger surged for Seb, to make it okay for him, to get the family he needed. "You don't want to do that." He gritted out in a voice that didn't sound like his own.ĭwayne had such a clawed hold on the boy he was sure to be bruising him, little dark eyes pooled with tears looked up at Preacher for a beat of a second, what was the kid thinking? He was four years old and he knew fear, he knew terror, he knew neglect first hand, this little boy in his dirty scuffed jeans knew to fear adults and that was just not fucking right. Only now, in this burning fraught second, when blood boiled within Preacher's veins as he watched a man about to thump his old lady as she shrunk down on her knees desperately trying to protect a crying little boy, at the same time as he heard feet pounding across the street, no doubt about it, it was his boys coming out of hiding, he let his spine go soft, arms hanging at his side like heavy tree trunks, he was about to live up to every last whispered rumor about him and his kind when he killed this motherfucker in broad daylight. “ – PreacherĬriminals, liars, outlaws and worse, the reputation a motorcycle club had often strayed far from the truth and bikers were usually okay about that since it played into what ruled most people.Įgos were monsters that needed feeding and nothing fed better than being branded a bad boy wherever you go. “When push comes to taser, I’d do anything for her.
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