Page 2 of Mimic
“What’s your name?” I asked. I wanted to know who our savior was. Who did we have to thank for rescuing us from hell?
“You can call me Magyk.”
Chapter One
Mimic
Present Day, Diamond Creek, Nebraska.
Slowly, I walked down the stairs. King had called church; it was the only thing that drew me from my room lately. That and my sister. Rose was relentless when it came to spending time with me.
I loved my sister, but the more time I spent with her, the more I feared she would find out who I really was. Having her in the clubhouse was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, I was so fucking happy to have her here. To see she was safe.
Now, anyway.
However, when I learned what had happened to her while she was living with Valhalla and Nyght Nymphs, I wanted to tear the world apart. It was one more thing that was that bastard’s fault.
And he was a bastard. Despite the world believing he was born into a loving family with two parents. No, he was the product of an affair. One no one knew about. He’d made sure I knew, though. He’d made sure I knew I was no better than he was.
An unwanted child born out of wedlock.
I’d believed his lies.
Believed him when he told me my mother didn’t want us. That she’d told him where to find me. I’d believed him because I’d seen her leave with him willingly. Rose and I were supposedto be hiding, only we sat at the top of the stairs and watched as he pushed her against the wall, kissing her and whispering in her ear. I saw him smile when she nodded, and he took her hand as they left.
That was all I’d needed to see. She’d left us. It was easy to believe she didn’t want us, so I’d walked away and hid in the crawl space, leaving my baby sister in the hall.
Only now I knew the truth.
She hadn’t left us willingly. He’d taken her. He’d beaten her and stuffed her in a car and disappeared. Then, Rose and I disappeared.
Until he found me.
He didn’t know about Rose though, and I didn’t tell him. It was my job to keep my sister safe. I’d failed by getting caught, but I kept her safe by not telling him anything, no matter what he put me through.
At least I’d thought I had.
I pushed open the church doors and looked around the room at King and the officers. Somehow, I had been the first to arrive. I took my seat and waited.
“Alright, everyone’s here.”
I sat up straight. No one else was here.
Shit!
I thought he’d let it go. I should have known he wouldn’t. This would be when we discussed my punishment for killing Syrena without permission. I’d take whatever they decided. There was nothing they could do to me that I hadn’t already endured.
I sat straight in my chair and waited as King stared at me. I knew what he was doing. He was waiting me out. At least he was trying to. He could wait for a fucking year and I wouldn’t break. I’d been taught not to.
The sadistic son of a bitch and his father had trained me not to break under any circumstances. They’d made sure I could handle any form of torture.
“Do you know why you’re here, Mimic?”
“No, Prez.”
King sat back in his chair; his hand rubbed his chin. It was a tell, but not the one people thought. It was a diversion. I’d learned a lot from this man in the time I had been here. I laughed maniacally inside my head at the thought of what he had taught me without ever laying a hand on me.
George Stone could have learned a lot from King.
