Page 31 of Mimic
“I’m right behind you, Rosie.” He kissed her, then climbed on his bike, and the two of them roared off with my things.
“You can’t just kidnap me,” I argued, my arms crossed over my chest as I scowled at the big lug.
“I can, and I am. Get on the fucking bike.” King stood behind me, presumably to make sure I didn’t run. “Don’t give me this shit, Indie. My woman is fucking worried about you. I come back to the club without you, and she’ll cut my dick off. Get. On. The. Bike.”
I should have known Haizley would know what happened once Gunner came through the door. Did I want to leave? Of course not. If I wanted to, I would have done it a week ago. But I couldn’t just give in easily either. Like I said, my pride was the only thing I had.
I’d lost my innocence a long time ago. My dignity? Well, not sure I ever had that. My self-worth and my self-respect, yeah, those had also been stolen from me. I’d gotten really good at faking confidence, but I didn’t really have that either.
Pride was the one thing that couldn’t be taken from me. And dammit, I wouldn’t give it away easily either.
“Fine,” I shouted, throwing my hands up in defeat. “But I’m doing this under duress, and only for Haizley.”
“Noted. Now shut up and get on.”
I climbed onto the bike behind him and held on. My forehead rested on his back between his shoulder blades, and I took deep breaths as I tried not to cry.
Why was my life such a shit show? What was it about me that God, or fate or whoever was in charge felt I needed to be constantly dragged through the mud? What the fuck had I ever done to Karma to make her hate me so fucking much?
We pulled into the club parking lot, and I climbed off the bike the moment the kickstand hit the ground. Gunner’s growl faded as I rushed up the stairs inside, looking for Kytten.
She sat at the bar with Brandy, one of the club girls. “I need my keys,” I said, holding my hand out. Brandy smiled at Kytten, then slipped off the stool and disappeared.
“Sorry, I gave them to Cash.”
“Where is he?” I asked, looking around the room.
“In church.”
King, Gunner, and Mimic walked past me without a word and disappeared behind the wooden double doors. My shoulders slumped and my head fell back as my eyes closed. I knew enough about MCs to know I wasn’t allowed in there, so I sank down on the stool next to Kytten.
“Where is she?”
Haizley barreled into the room and made a beeline for me. She pulled me off the stool I had just sat down on to wrap her arms around me. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, really.” I tried to pull away, but she wasn’t having it.
“Don’t lie to me,” she snapped. When she finally pulled back, she looked at my face. “They went after you.”
“It appears so.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know why another MC wanted me, but I had some guesses. Hearing Mimic retell the story, my mind caught on the part where the guy who punched me said, “he’d found me.”I tried not to think about who would be looking for me. As far as I knew, the Trick Pony was closed. All the major players were dead.
But clearly someone knew I was out here. Did they know about the others as well? Had they been searching for us all this time? I knew Daniel was searching for me, and I knew I wasn’t special enough that I was the only one he wanted back.
There had been murmurs and rumors. Whispers overheard during training. Talk of a purpose. The reason we were taken. The plans they had for us. They never confirmed anything. Not to us. Then we’d disappeared.
“Gunner won’t let them get their hands on you. That you can be sure of.”
“Haizley, I can’t stay here.”
“Why not?” Her brows crinkled together like what I said didn’t make sense.
“Because I’m not part of the club.”
Before I could continue, she crossed her arms and scowled at me. “You are part of the club. You work for the club. That makes you family. We take care of family. Let me get you something to eat.”
