Page 116 of Mimic
“Mimic.”
King stood in the doorway to church, his arms crossed over his chest. Mimic looked at his sister. “I need you to come too.” She nodded.
He took my hand, and together the three of us walked toward King. When Mimic pushed through, dragging me behind him, King didn’t say a word.
Mimic took his seat, and I sat down next to him. His mother sat across the table watching him. She didn’t hide the anxiety on her features. I saw the fear etched in the lines around her eyes. I smiled at her, trying to ease her worry.
“Indie?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Mimic’s mother glanced at her son before settling her eyes back on me.
“It is nice to meet you,” she said. “My name is Diana Cooper.”
Bane cleared his throat beside her as Mimic shouted, “What?”
“Thorne, if you hadn’t run out of here throwing a temper tantrum, I would have explained everything to you.”
“That’s not your fucking name.”
“No, it’s Diana Lansing,” Bane corrected.
Mimic jumped from his seat. “What the fuck?”
Diana stood up. “Thorne August Lansing, sit your ass down and shut up. I have had enough of your outbursts.”
My eyes widened as Diana yelled at her son. Mimic stood beside me, panting in anger. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down beside me. Diana had a mom voice. You know, the kind that made everyone within earshot sit up and act right immediately.
“That’s not my fucking name.”
“It is your name. It’s the one I gave you. Your birth certificate might have a different last name, but it was always supposed to be Lansing.”
Everyone in the room was quiet. King sat in his chair, giving Diana the floor. I looked around the table at the officers; not a single one of them moved.
Diana looked at Bane before taking his hand. “Your father is August Brian Lansing. I never told you who he was because I was trying to protect you. There is so much I need to tell you, and I will. But first, we have to deal with Meredith’s death.”
Diana looked to King.
“I would have preferred to have Valhalla as a guest downstairs, but seeing as Indie doesn’t listen any better than Mimic does—”
“Hey! I was never told I couldn’t kill her. Or anyone, for that matter. If I’m not mistaken, you gave me the okay to kill that motherfucker who tried to grab me.”
“What the fuck is going on in your club, King?” Bane asked.
“None of your fucking business.” King glared at me. “Shut your mouth, Indie, and listen.”
“Asshole,” I muttered.
King groaned and continued, “The best course of action right now is to avoid telling Reaper anything.”
“Oh yeah,” Jingles scoffed. “That ought to work well.”
“I agree,” Bane said. “As of right now, Reaper has his hands full in Oklahoma. He thinks Montana is turning Meredith over to Morpheus.”
“Why?” Cash asked.
“He thinks she might have information about his sister.”
“Does she?” King asked.
