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“Why?”
“Because I fucking said so. That’s a goddamn order and you will fucking obey it.”
King and I stared at each other over the long wooden table. What the fuck was his problem? I’d encountered Indie exactly twice. Her shit had nothing to do with me, yet I felt like I was being punished.
“Is that understood?”
“Understood,” I answered through gritted teeth.
King watched me for another moment before finally addressing Nav. “Any clue as to how we get our hands on this fucker?”
“I’ll talk to Jonah, see if he knows who he is. Maybe he’ll have something he can give us to push us in the right direction.”
Jonah Martin was our newest prospect. He’d spent a few months with the Death Dogs prospecting for them before King pulled him out at Reaper’s advice.
Jonah was a big motherfucker. Almost as big as Tank, only Jonah wasn’t done growing yet. He was only nineteen. Hell, I wasn’t even done growing at twenty-one. For the first time in my life, I wondered about my father. Was he tall? Was he built? Did I look like him?
Rose looked like our mom. Well, when her hair wasn’t pink. Her natural hair was blonde when we were kids. She told me she’d started dyeing it pink when she hit sixteen. Val wouldn’t let her change her hair until then.
I’d missed so much time with my sister. It should have been her and me against the world. And it would have been, had it not been for fucking Dakota and his asshole father.
She was here now, and being Cash’s old lady meant I wouldn’t lose her again. It wasn’t just me protecting her. It was the whole damn club. She was the top bitch here, but I wasn’t sure she realized it. Being the VP’s old lady meant something.
Rose wasn’t the type to lord it over anyone, though. She’d likely submit to Beck when it came to being in charge. Rose might be tough, but she was like our mom. Tough, but quiet. More apt to fade into the background rather than bring attention to herself.
Then again, maybe I didn’t know shit about my mom. Throughout our whole childhood, we were running, hiding. Maybe she was stronger than I thought. God, I fucking missed her.
Rose and I both assumed she was dead. We had no reason to think otherwise. Nav hadn’t been able to find anything about Vivian Greenbush anywhere.
She was a ghost. Or she had been erased. Maybe our father erased her. But did he do it because he was protecting her? Or did he do it because he had something to do with her being taken from us?
Was he part of the whole conspiracy? Torment said he was a good man. But does a good man just let the woman carrying his children walk away?
Does a good man hide in a fucking clubhouse while the woman he liked enough to fuck her and get her pregnant was out in the world, running from a psychopath alone?
No, I didn’t believe for a second my father was a good man. He was just as much of an asshole as the rest of them. Maybe Torment was okay. He’d helped my sister, and for that he got a pass. Bane was an asshole, but maybe he had a reason. George Stone had kept him from his kids too. He’d only recently found out about Amber and Dante. Was it possible my father didn’t know about us?
“Mimic!”
My eyes snapped to King. “Talk to Jonah. See what you can find out about Sting.”
“Yes, Prez.”
King hit the gavel on the table and stood. As he walked by me, he whispered, “I meant what I said. Stay away from Indie.” Then he walked out the door, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell he was talking about.
I shook my head as I walked into the main room, and, fuck, if the woman I was just told to stay away from, twice, wasn’t standing before me, looking sexy as fuck in her denim shorts that were so short the pockets hung below the hem, and tank top so fucking tight, the Shadow Ink logo pulled across her tits.
How the hell was I supposed to stay away from the first woman to ever make my blood pump and my dick hard?
Chapter Seven
Indie
Walking into the clubhouse, I was nervous. I had only been here once before when the old ladies threw a baby shower for Beck. I didn’t know them all well, but I had met them a while back when Haizley invited me out to the Queen’s Diamond with them.
It was odd, because every brother was there. I knew they had their own bar here at the clubhouse, but that night they had chosen to surround the bar in town. I knew they were possessive of their women, but I didn’t realize just how possessive.
There were only a few brothers milling around the room. Keys was behind the bar. I had met him a few times when he came in for a tattoo, and he had picked up Kytten yesterday.
