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As I stepped over the woman’s body, we heard the sound of pipes in the distance. Johnny came in through the back and said, “The club’s here.”
“Dakota?” Mimic asked.
“He got away, brother. I’m sorry.” Mimic grabbed Johnny and pulled him in for a hug. “Thank you.”
The sound of the bikes grew closer, and I asked, “How much trouble are we in?”
“ROSIE!” Cash’s voice rang out, and Kytten winced.
“A lot,” she said before turning and running outside.
Mimic wrapped me in his arms and whispered against my head, “Are you okay? I could have done it.”
I shook my head and looked up at him. “I was glad to do it knowing what she did to your sister. My conscience is clear.”
“I love you.”
Before I could say it back, King and Gunner rushed in, followed by the others. Mimic pushed me behind him as King got in his face.
“What the fuck did I tell you?” King growled, pushing him back with his chest. “This is the second fucking time you’ve disobeyed a direct order.”
“No one said I couldn’t kill Syrena.”
“I’M TALKING ABOUT HER!” King yelled, pointing at me.
“Oh.”
“Oh, he fucking says.” King looked down at the woman before turning his angry eyes on me. “You fucking did this, didn’t you?”
“Yup,” I said with a smile. “The bitch deserved it, and I’m pretty sure you know it.”
“Reaper’s gonna lose his fucking shit.”
“Why?” Mimic asked.
“Because she’s his family.”
“Tell him a life for a life. He killed my father. Now we’re even,” Mimic said, pulling me into his arms.
King growled at Mimic. “Get your ass back to the clubhouse and fucking stay there!” He turned his back on us and yelled, “Zero, clean this shit up. Get her body back to the clubhouse. Don’t fucking burn it until I figure out what to do about Reaper.”
King walked outside, and Gunner stepped in front of us. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes trailing over me.
“I’m fine. It’s not my blood.”
He crushed me against his chest. “You ever fucking do this shit again, you’re fucking grounded.”
Releasing me as quickly as he hugged me, he stormed off, following his president outside. My body shook with laughter when Mimic asked, “What the fuck was that?”
“I think my father’s mad,” I said as I smiled at Gunner’s retreating back.
“What?” Mimic twisted around to look at me, confusion on his face.
“I’ll tell you later. Let’s go home.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Mimic
