Page 40 of Mimic
“Indie doesn’t have a cut.”
“She’s mine.”
Nav took another gulp from the bottle of whiskey and grinned. “Then make it known.” He walked back to his office, either to sleep or to keep digging. He’d taken the bottle of whiskey with him, so either option was still valid.
Nav was right. I needed to make it known that Indie was mine. To the brothers, and to her. The brothers were easy. Indie, on the other hand... I knew she was ready to run. She wanted to disappear, but I wasn’t letting her go.
She was mine.
As I finished the last drop of coffee, my sister came barreling into the room.
“Thorne!”
Cash caught her as she tripped coming around the corner. “Slow down, baby.”
Ignoring her old man, she asked, “Where’s your phone?”
“In my room. It’s four in the morning. Who would be fucking calling me?”
“Me, asshole.”
I turned on my stool as Jack walked in with Sam clinging to his arm. His brother Derek walked in behind them as he carried a sleeping Charlie. King had ordered Derek to stay with Jack and Sam now that the house was finished, in case the Death Dogs figured out he had helped me hide Indie and went back to the apartment.
“What’s going on?”
Sam smiled up at me. “It’s time to meet your baby sisters.”
“Oh fuck.” Sam was having the babies. Brothers filled the room as I stood in front of Sam, frozen in fear of the unknown. This wasn’t the first birth in the clubhouse. Beck and Ellie had both already had their babies.
But this was Sam. My momma. The one woman in the world who meant the most to me aside from my sister. I knew whatcould go wrong in childbirth. All those complications doubled when it was twins.
“Go get fucking dressed, Mimic,” Jack lashed out, pulling me away from all the scenarios in my head. I nodded without thinking and rushed to my room.
I forgot about everything. My mother, my father, Dakota. Even Indie had slipped out of my head as I worried about Sam giving birth. I couldn’t lose her.
I couldn’t lose another mother. I wouldn’t survive it.
Chapter Fifteen
Indie
The dream faded as I slipped into consciousness. My eyes opened and looked around the room as I sat up quickly, not recognizing where I was.
Memories of the night before came rushing back. Mimic, the Death Dogs, the trance I was in. The look on Mimic’s face when he realized I would have given him a blowjob if he hadn’t pushed me away.
I fell back on the bed I’d slept in, my hands covering my eyes, and groaned. I would never forget the look of disgust on his face.
Then there was everything that happened in church. Seeing his picture on the screen. His black eyes stared at me, telling me to keep my mouth shut.
There was no way to tell them who he was without telling them how I knew him. And I wouldn’t tell them that. I couldn’t. Mimic already suspected. And after they asked me about Daniel Scott, it wouldn’t take long for them to put the pieces together.
The pieces of the puzzle that I kept hidden prevented everyone from seeing the whole picture.
No, they could never know. I had to get out of here. I needed to leave Diamond Creek. Leave everyone here. It was the only way to keep them safe.
My suitcase sat in the corner. I hadn’t unpacked anything beyond what I needed last night. Because I knew I couldn’t stay. I just had to wait for the right time to slip out undetected. If I hadto leave without my bag, then so be it. I had enough money that I could replace everything now.
It wasn’t like when I left the Trick Pony. I didn’t have Magyk to rely on to buy me things. And it wasn’t like when I left Texas in the middle of the night. If I were careful, I could plan. I didn’t have much time, but I needed only a day or two.
