โ Scribed by Jenika Snow
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Preacher Brothers. Thatโs what we were. A unit. The only family I had.Iโd never felt love, never felt like I belonged. I buried what emotions I had lingering deep down, pushed them away until I was this stoic, apathetic machine. Itโs how I survived, how I kept my brothers safe. Itโs how I showed them I cared, that I wasnโt a machine, a monster. My history was one of violence, neglected by a parent who only wanted to train his sons to steal, to take from others. Itโs all we knew, so thatโs how we continued to live long after the old man died and we were left to make our own lives. Professional thieves.
Thatโs what I was, and I reveled in it. Iโd been such a recluse, taking care of my brothers as they grew up, making sure we had money, food to live. I never wanted or needed a womanโฆ never even knew what it was like to touch, kissโฆ claim a female. And that had been fine with me. Until now. Until she came into my life and refused to back down. Until I knew walking away from her would leave a hole in my heart.
Kimber. Mine. But I wasnโt a good man, and Kimber deserved better. I should have left. But I couldnโt. And I knew one thing for certainโฆ not making her mine would only guarantee my complete ruin.She was my downfall in the best of ways.
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The Preacher Boys. Thatโs what they called us. Four brothers born and raised in the criminal lifestyleโฆ in stealing. Professional thieves. Thatโs what we were. And we were damn good at it. Take what we wanted with no regrets, no repercussions. We didnโt have attachments, no worries, and sure as