Page 32 of The Monsters Within
Ellie inhaled loudly, as though she was breathing in the courage to speak up. Ryder stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders.
“I called Dr. Zander Dunaway,” she said, shooting a look at Jingles.
“Ellie, fuck. He isn’t any better.”
“I didn’t know he was one of them, Sebbie. And Cash won’t tell us why this is such a problem. Kytten needs his help.”
“One of who?” Gunner asked.
Jingles never took his eyes off his sister. “Zander Dunaway is Torment. A brother in the Soulless Sinners.”
“Jesus Christ. There isn’t anyone else you can recommend?” King asked, looking at Mellie.
“Dr. Scott recommended him as well,” Mellie added.
“He’ll be here tomorrow. He’s already booked his flight and moved his appointments. If we call and cancel, he’ll wonder what we’re hiding,” Nav said.
“Are we hiding something?” Ryder asked.
King looked at me. “May as well tell them. They’ll find out eventually, anyway.”
“Rose and Mimic’s father was Justin ‘Shame’ Peterson. Pippen was his replacement when he was killed.”
“Can someone explain why that is a problem, and why Kytten and Mimic haven’t been told yet?” Mellie was in full protector mode. The way she glared at King with her arms crossed over her chest even had Ghost leaning away, and she was his old lady.
“They haven’t been told yet because I am trying to keep this club from being invaded by the fucking Soulless Sinners and Golden Skulls. Once they learn the truth, I will have to notify both of them. And once Torment gets here, he will learn the truth and call Montana. If I call Montana, I have to call Reaper, too.”
“Wait, what do the Golden Skulls have to do with Kytten and Mimic?” Ryder asked.
“Their great grandfather was one of the original founding members of the Golden Skulls.” King rubbed his hands over his face. We could feel his frustration. We had it too. All I wanted to do was protect Rose, and Mimic too.
“Call everyone in so we can vote. I need her in my cut before he gets here.”
“Hold on,” Mellie said. Standing from her chair, she paced the room. “You don’t want Torment calling Montana, right?”
“No, but he is bound to call his president when he learns that two legacies are in our clubhouse,” Jack explained.
“No, he isn’t.”
“Mellie, there are rules,” Ghost argued.
“There are also laws. And they are strict when it comes to HIPAA. More so when it comes to psychiatry and psychology.”
“I don’t understand, Mellie. Spell it out.”
“Kytten and Mimic need to be told who their father is. Tonight. Tomorrow, Kytten can tell Torment during her session. He cannot reveal anything from a session without her permission.”
“What about Mimic?”
“Send him in there with her,” Ellie suggested. “We all know Mimic needs to talk to someone. Sam can convince him to do at least one session.”
King studied both women. Would it work? I wasn’t sure. Biker law was pretty specific.
“When he gets here, before he meets either of them, ask him about doctor-patient confidentiality. It would be understandable given this is a club. He would understand that you want to make sure nothing he learns here is given to his president or anyone else.”
“It might work. Kytten and Mimic could wait in church,” Blade suggested.
King rubbed his beard. I knew he was going over every scenario in his mind. “I will only allow him to talk to them if he assures me he takes his oath seriously and agrees to meet with them together.”
