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“Indie.” I groaned in frustration.
“Give them a chance. If they want you gone, I’ll let you go, and I’ll stay and protect your family. And I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait until you find Dakota and kill him.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked, wondering if I could possibly love this woman more than I already did.
“Because I’m your old lady,” she answered, then smiled. “And I love you.”
“I love you so fucking much.” I slid to the floor and pushed her legs apart until I could fit between them. “I don’t want to leave you, but there is no one I trust more to protect the people I love.”
My arms went around her waist as I pressed my face against her belly. I breathed in her scent. Just the scent of her skin was enough to calm the storm inside me.
I kissed between her breasts before I placed my hand against her chest and pushed her back. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of each thigh. I loved that spot. My teeth bit down, and I groaned when she cried out. My cock was hard again, and he wanted to play. He’d have to wait his turn, though. I licked the teeth marks I left behind and then let my tongue travel upward until I reached her center.
She looked down at me between her knees, and I smiled as I leaned forward and took her clit between my teeth. I didn’t know how long we had before Johnny would be banging on the door to get us going, but I was going to make her come as many times as I could before that happened.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Indie
Johnny banged on the door, letting us know it was time to go. King had already called to make sure we were coming back today. His patience had grown thin where Mimic was concerned. Especially since Mimic had turned his phone off.
I wasn’t worried. Like I’d told Mimic before, King was a good man. There was no doubt in my mind he would listen to Mimic’s story and understand. Sure, he might want to beat the shit out of him for being stupid and not trusting him. I was sure there would be some kind of discipline involved, but he wouldn’t turn his back on Mimic.
None of them would.
We stopped at a diner for breakfast. It was larger than the one in Diamond Creek, but all these places were the same. Family-run as opposed to a big chain. It was what made the food so good. It was cooked with love.
We squeezed into a booth, Mimic and me on one side, and Johnny sat across from us. The waitress took our order, and the silence was awkward. Things between them had been strained. Mimic’s jealousy of my friendship with Johnny was apparent. I just didn’t know what Johnny’s issue with Mimic was.
“I had a shit mother,” Johnny said out of nowhere.
Mimic and I both looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.
“She was addicted to heroin. My older sister raised me until she died,” he said.
“I’m so sorry. How old was she?” I asked.
“Twenty-three. She died in a fire. The shit part of it was, her boyfriend was a fireman. The son of a bitch let her die.”
“Let her die?” Mimic asked.
“Yeah,” Johnny confirmed without explanation.
I played with the straw in my Coke, afraid to ask the question. “How long ago?”
“Almost ten years.” He turned his head to stare out the window. “The point is, I understand not having a mom. At least not having a good one.” He turned back to look at Mimic. “You’ve got a good one, man. You didn’t see her when she walked in.”
“Don’t,” Mimic said, glaring at Johnny.
“Look, I already know you won’t vote me in. I should have given King my cut and left. But fuck you. I care about Grace, and even if I’m not in the club, I’ll sit in that fucking bar every night and watch over her. So I’m gonna say what the fuck I want and you’re gonna fucking listen.”
“Wait, why won’t you vote him in?” I asked, looking at Mimic. He turned his head away to look around the restaurant. “Why?”
“Because he thinks I have a thing for you.”
“Apparently, you have a thing for Grace too.”
“Fuck you, asshole. She reminds me of my sister,” he spat. “So does Indie.” He blew out a long breath in the silence, as I glared at Mimic. Everything we talked about, all the reasons he was afraid to tell King the truth were the same reasons why Johnny would make a stronger brother to have at his back.
