Page 78 of Mimic
“Can you give us a minute, please?” Indie asked.
King nodded and said, “Mimic can bring you downstairs when you’re done.”
They all shuffled out of the room, Haizley arguing with both King and Gunner. When the doors closed, I spun back to Indie.
“Are you fucking insane?”
“Probably.” She shrugged.
“This isn’t a game, Indie.”
“No, it’s my life. A life I have never had one fucking sliver of control over. This I can control. This is my decision. My choice. You don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t fucking do.” She stood up and moved toward the door. Following her, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back against me.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Apparently, I’m a fucking trained assassin.”
“What if it’s all bullshit? What if you don’t know any of this shit and you can’t protect yourself and that son of a bitch hurts you? He’s already done it once. I won’t fucking let him do it again.”
“Do you trust King?”
What a fucking loaded question that was. It wasn’t one I could answer. Whatever answer I gave her would fuck me in the ass.
Did I trust my president? The man who knew I was lying and let me join the club anyway? The man I had seen put his life on the line countless times to protect his men, the club, and his family?
Of course, I fucking trusted him. I trusted him with my fucking life. But if I said yes, she would throw it in my face that I needed to trust him now.
Except I didn’t trust him with her life.
I didn’t trust anyone with her life. Not even myself at times. She was too precious, too perfect. I didn’t care about the shit she had gone through; I mean, I cared that she went through it. A piece of me died hearing she had grown up in that shithole. Knowing what we knew, I could only imagine the things she’d had to do.
If I told her I didn’t trust him, she would ask me why I was here. And I wasn’t ready to reveal that yet. My sister was the only person who knew. It was clear Dakota didn’t know why I washere, or even that I was here. If he knew, he would have come for me by now.
He wasn’t happy when his father let me go. He wasn’t happy I had beaten the shit out of him and left him lying bleeding and broken on the mat, like he had done to me countless times.
I bruised his ego.
There would be retribution for that when he found me. If he found me. Unless I found him first.
“You can’t answer that, can you?”
“Of course, I fucking trust him. With my life. Just not with yours.”
She stepped close; her hands went to the sides of my face. “Then trust me. Trust that I know a good man when I see one. I’ve had experience with enough of the bad ones to know when a good one is disguised as a bad one. King might be an asshole, but he has a heart. He has morals that would never allow me to be put in danger.”
“We don’t know what the fuck will happen.”
“Which is why we need to do this. Mimic, I have friends out there. Girls I spent every day with, in a horrific place. We bonded. Yes, it’s a trauma bond, but it’s a bond, nonetheless. I’m worried about them. I already lost one; I need to help make sure the others are safe. And the only way to do that is to have all the information.”
She stepped back, closer to the door. Her eyes were filled with sadness I didn’t want to see.
“What if it were Kytten? What if my doing this had helped you find Kytten when she was out there somewhere?”
I dropped my chin to my chest. She knew just where to hit me to make it hurt. Guilt rushed through me because I knew if it was Rose, if allowing Indie to go through this hell and possibly get hurt, maybe even killed, helped me find my sister, not only would I allow it. I would fucking push for it.
I’d do anything to make sure my sister was safe. Even if it meant putting someone else at risk.
“Those girls out there—they’re my sisters. They’re just like me. Alone, scared, wondering who they can trust and who is searching for them. If my father was the one who put this in motion, knowing what he would get in return, then maybe their fathers did the same. They could be being hunted right now and not have a clue about how much danger they’re in. I have to do this, Mimic. And you won’t stop me.”
