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“What happened?”

“I’m fine, really. I’ve been through worse.”

“You’re not fine. Patch said you have a concussion. Someone needs to stay with you tonight,” Gunner said.

“She can stay with us,” Haizley offered.

“No, I want to go home.”

“Then someone is going with you.” Gunner moved to the door. “Mimic, get your ass in here.”

Mimic stepped into the room, and his eyes went immediately to mine. I saw the guilt and regret on his face.

“I’m fine,” I tried again.

“Mimic, take Indie home. Stay with her. You don’t leave her fucking sight. You got me?”

“Yeah.” That was all he said as he stared at me.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It’s either that or the clubhouse, babe,” King said from the doorway.

“Last time I checked, I was an adult and could make my own decisions.” Mimic raised an eyebrow, and I knew what he was thinking. Yes, I lied about my age to get this job, but I was still twenty fucking years old.

“Indie, please. Patch said someone needs to be with you tonight. Let Mimic stay.”

Haizley was the first friend I’d made in Diamond Creek. We bonded over the piercing I gave her on her kitchen table. I liked Haizley, but I kept my distance as much as I could. She was a shrink. I didn’t need her getting in my head and finding my secrets.

“Fine,” I relented, knowing that if I didn’t, she would hound me until I did, and I didn’t want to go to the clubhouse. I worked hard to have my own space. I wanted to enjoy it.

Mimic followed me to my apartment. It was a small one-bedroom on the edge of town. The building had twenty apartments in total, four on each floor. Mine was on the third floor.

Slowly, I walked up three flights of stairs. There was no elevator, but at least it kept me in shape. Mimic hovered behind me, and all I could smell was him. He smelled of leather and sin.

I opened my door and waited for him to move inside. “You don’t have to stay.”

He didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at me as he moved inside and proceeded to check the windows in every room. When he was done, he double-checked the locks on the front door.

With a defeated sigh, I asked, “Are you hungry?”

Chapter Four

Mimic

We ate in silence. Indie ordered food to be delivered, and she growled when I met the guy at the door and paid for it. I felt her growl vibrate through my dick. I didn’t understand why she affected me so much when no one else had.

I’d just begun to notice girls when Dakota found me. Living on the street with my sister, it was hard not to notice the whores that lived there too.

Vegas was in the desert, so it was fucking hot all hours of the day and night during the summer, and the women took advantage of it, wearing as little as legally possible.

It wasn’t just the whores who had chosen sex as their career choice; it was the addicts who offered anything for a fix and the homeless teenagers hoping to score their next meal or a soft bed to spend the night.

They were everywhere, and I’d started popping wood any time they fucking talked to me. Which was fucking sick, seeing as I was an eleven-year-old kid.

Once Dakota found me, he took me off the street. Only it wasn’t in the Hallmark way like Valhalla had done for Rose. No, he fucking took me. I wasn’t given a choice.

He locked me up and tortured me. Him and his asshole father. They thought they could break me. Thought they could brainwash me into doing their bidding. They were fucking wrong.