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“Then let’s do this,” Tiffany shouted, jumping in place.
All thoughts of Mimic slipped away the first time Tiffany knocked me on my ass. She was fucking good. And I needed to concentrate. A new plan had formed in my head. One that allowed me to stay in Diamond Creek.
At least until I learned to defend myself.
Chapter Sixteen
Mimic
We’d been here for hours. My mind switched back and forth between concern for Sam and worry that Indie would slip away while I was here. I should have woken her up and made her come to the hospital.
The only reason I didn’t was that I knew I would be distracted, worrying about Sam. At least at the clubhouse, she had the prospects watching over her.
I searched the room for Nav. He had his head buried in his computer. He took that thing everywhere. Which, right now, I was thankful for. If anyone, Indie included, tried to scale a wall or if she tried to slip away unnoticed, he would get an alert. She was safe as long as she stayed put.
Brothers and old ladies filled the waiting room. All here to support Sam and Jack. My sister sat in the corner on Cash’s lap, the two of them whispering quietly. I sat in my chair with my arms resting on my knees, watching Rose as she spoke animatedly to Cash, wondering what they were talking about.
We’d been spending as much time together as we could, getting to know one another again, and working on a plan to take out Dakota. Rose was hesitant about us doing it alone, and I wondered if I should be including her at all.
I’d thought bringing her in would give her closure for all the shit she had endured, but watching her smile at my VP, I realized maybe she’d already gotten her closure. The woman who abused her was dead. She still had Val in her life. And now she had Cash.
She was happy.
I didn’t want to take that happiness away.
Cash caught me watching them and whispered something to Rose, who gazed in my direction. She spoke to Cash and then stood from his lap. I knew she was headed my way before she took her first step.
I sat up in my seat and leaned back as Rose sat in the chair beside me.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m good.” I wasn’t good. I was worried about Sam and wondered why this was taking so long. Granted, I knew nothing about giving birth, but I wish I were in there with her, protecting her.
“You can’t protect her from the pain of childbirth, you know.”
I stared at my sister. “Stop doing that shit.”
She smiled at me and leaned her head on my shoulder. “It always freaked you out that I could read your mind.”
“You’re not reading my mind; you don’t have superpowers.” I shook my head, but the corner of my mouth twitched.
“When it comes to you, I do. Doesn’t matter how long we were apart, I know you. All those years, I knew you were alive. Val tried to help me accept that you might be gone, but I knew. I would have known if you’d died.”
“There were times I wanted to,” I whispered, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “You kept me alive.”
“Same,” she sighed. “So, Indie, huh?”
“Don’t, Rose.”
She lifted her head and smiled at me. “She likes you too, you know.”
I ran my hand over my face. I wasn’t doing this with my sister. If I opened the door to discuss me and Indie with Rose, she would want to talk about her and Cash, and that was something I preferred to pretend didn’t exist.
I didn’t begrudge her being with him. The truth was, I liked that she had him. I knew he’d protect her with his life. But the idea that my VP might be doing things with my little sister—the same things I wanted to do to Indie—made me want to puke.
“There’s nothing between her and Johnny.”
The growl was involuntary. I couldn’t have held it back even if I’d tried. The rage that surged through me at the very thought of him touching her felt dangerous. It ran faster and hotter than anything else I had experienced. Memories of what George and Dakota had done to me didn’t come close to eliciting the reaction I had at the idea of anyone but myself touching Indie.
