Page 64 of Mimic
Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell was wrong with me?
You may not want to be, but you’re just like him. That’s what he wanted.
“Mimic, are you okay?”
I turned at the sound of Jingles’ voice. “I’m fine.”
He eyed me for a moment before adding, “King wants us back in church.”
“Did you get something from that prick?”
“Let’s get into church.” He turned and walked away without answering my question, which meant he’d learned something, and it was something I wouldn’t like.
I followed him into church. We were the last to arrive; the others were already in their seats.
“Sting didn’t give us much. Only that Vulture wants Indie.”
“The VP?” I asked. “Why?”
“We don’t know. I called Skinner and set up a meeting.”
“What?” Blade asked. “Are you insane? They killed our prospect, and you want a face-to-face?”
“We need information,” Cash reminded him.
I wanted to tell Cash to go. It was too dangerous for King, but it was just as dangerous for Cash and me, and I couldn’t put my sister through that.
“We’ll all go,” King said.
“The entire club?” Jack asked.
“No, the officers and half the club. We’ll have Winchester on a roof with his rifle. Now that the man who caused Grayson’s accident is dead, he isn’t needed there as much.”
“Where are we meeting?” Colt asked, his shoulders heavy with a weight we all felt.
“A diner in Pine Bluffs.”
“That’s over the state line,” Gunner pointed out.
“It is. We can be trusted in their state. They can’t be trusted in ours.”
“What about our guest?” Jingles asked, looking over at me.
I stared at King, waiting for him to answer. He’d promised me I could have him when they got what they needed. Would he be like every other person in my life and go back on that promise?
My mother promised she would always be there. To always protect us. George promised to let me go, but he never really did. Not until he was dead.
“He stays here,” King answered, his eyes on me.
I nodded, a silent thank you for keeping his word.
“When do we leave?”
“First thing in the morning. I want to be there before Skinner. I want Romeo, Tank, Winchester, Stocks, Banshee, Ace, and Zero with us. The rest stay here to guard the clubhouse.” King stood up. “Everyone is armed to the fucking teeth.” He ended the meeting by slamming the gavel against the table.
The ride to Pine Bluffs didn’t take long. Diamond Creek was close to the borders of both Wyoming and Colorado. The ride was uneventful and would have been enjoyable if we weren’t meeting a club that had declared war on us.
When we made it to the diner, everyone except Winchester went inside. Win made his way to the rooftop of a nearby building to set up his rifle to protect us all.
