Page 124 of Mimic
Athens, Texas
“MOTHERFUCKER!” The glass in my hand went hurtling across the room as I yelled.
“Son.”
I stared at my phone, ignoring my father’s voice. It was another fucking dead end. My baby sister was out there somewhere—scared, alone. And I couldn’t fucking find her.
He’d fucked up, and he knew it. It was why he’d retired and handed the club over to me. Twenty-two years ago, my twin sister, Diana, disappeared from college in New York. My parents were convinced the Soulless Sinners were involved, but without proof, we couldn’t go to war. And now, my baby sister Irene had been missing for two years without us knowing.
“Son, we’ll find her.”
“Will we, Dad? Like we fucking found Diana?”
“She has to be there. Skinner wouldn’t move the whole fucking club without a reason,” my father argued.
I’d gotten a tip saying Irene was in the Midwest. That was why I’d called King in Nebraska, hoping he’d have something. Knowing that the Death Dogs, the club my father had basically sold my sister to, had moved to Wyoming, it might have made sense if I thought she was still alive.
I wasn’t sure she was. Pepper had done a number on her and put her in the hospital. She’d disappeared before she was healedenough to leave. A woman posing as a doctor had taken her for tests, and she’d never come back. That was the first real lead we’d had. Nothing since then had panned out.
It was more than we’d had for Diana. We had no information about her whereabouts. Nothing about who she was connected to in New York, even her roommate, was a dead end. That fucking bitch had been worthless.
“We know the fucking reason, and it’s got fuck all to do with Irene. I told you they couldn’t be fucking trusted.”
“I was looking for my daughter!”
“By sacrificing your other daughter? How’d that fucking work out for you?” I screamed in his face. Hades, my best friend and VP, pulled me back, while Atlas stepped between us.
It wasn’t often that I yelled at my father. But as president of the club now, he gave me the respect I deserved in front of our brothers.
In private, I knew he would kick my ass. I didn’t care, though. I wanted to beat the shit out of him myself. It was a long time coming. Irene had been gone for two years. Diana even longer.
Every fucking lead we found fizzled out within days. There was no fucking trace of either of them. I had to wonder if they’d been targeted because of who we were. Who my father was.
“Pull it back, brother.”
“Fuck off, Hades. He knows this is his fucking fault.”
“Boy, you better watch who you’re talking to. I can and will still put your ass on the ground,” my father said, as Atlas held him back.
The ringing of my phone pulled me away. I snatched it off the bar top and answered, “Zeus.”
“Kane?” The tremor in the soft voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was a voice I hadn’t heard in over twenty years, and I held my breath, afraid to hope. “Kane, are you there?”
“Diana?” The music cut off, and all other sound in the room evaporated. “Where the fuck are you? Are you hurt? Tell me where you are and I will fucking come for you.”
My sister’s sobs on the other end of the line tore me apart. For half of my life, it felt like half of my soul was missing. Diana was my twin sister. We were fucking close. I’d begged her not to go to college in New York. Begged her to stay close so I could protect her. We spoke every other day. I knew she’d met someone, but she wouldn’t tell me who.
When she’d stopped calling, I went to New York. I spent weeks looking for her. When I finally came home, I promised my mother I would find her. Someday, somehow, I would find my fucking sister, and when I found out who the fucker was that took her, he was a dead man.
“I’m okay, Kane, I promise. I’m in Nebraska.”
“What the fuck are you doing in Nebraska?” I looked at my father, and his eyes narrowed.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” he growled, slamming his fist on the bar.
“Is that Daddy?” Diana cried.
“Yeah.”
