Page 77 of Gunner

King:If Haizley wants to tell you, that is her choice. Have you even asked

her?

Me:You told me to stay the fuck away from her. What were they doing?

King:Not what you’re thinking. Talk to the woman, Gunner. And stop

fucking stalking her.

Me:Nice to know my Prez has my back.

King:More than you know, brother.

Fuck him. Storming out of my office, I pulled up short. Mimic was standing toe to toe with Indie. The two of them stood there, arms crossed, glaring at each other.

“There a problem here?”

Neither of them looked at me.

“HEY!”

Indie jumped and turned around, while Mimic continued to glare at her.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Now my arms were crossed as I waited for one of them to tell me what the hell was going on.

“Nothing. I was rude.” Turning back, Indie faced Mimic. She looked at his cut and said, “Mimic, is it? I apologize.” Turning to me Indie whispered, “Excuse me,” then dashed through the shop and out the back door.

When I turned back to Mimic, he was staring at the door Indie had just escaped from.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. What happened with Indie?” I asked, stepping up to him. Mimic had secrets. When he came to the club four years ago and asked about prospecting, he had the right papers saying he was eighteen. Although Nav saw right through them.

King convinced him to come clean and admit he was sixteen. But he wouldn’t tell us anything else. He believed King was the only one who knew, but all the officers were told. King made the decision to let him prospect anyway, making him do two years instead of the standard one year that most members suffered through.

He made it. He had all the other brothers convinced he was older than he was, so he was given the name Mimic because he was good at being something he wasn’t.

“Boy, I want to know the truth.”

“It’s like she said. She was rude to a brother. She apologized; let it go.”

I studied him. His eyes held mine. They never wavered. Whatever Mimic had been through, it had taught him to never back down. Even from a big fucker like me.

“Follow me.”

Mimic followed me to my station that was set up for the tattoo he was adding to his body. Sitting down in the chair, I waited for him to get comfortable.

“Is too late to get something different?”

Sitting on my stool, I dropped my shoulders, letting my back hunch in my irritation.

“Depends. Is it more work than what you were gonna get?”

“No.”

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