Page 115 of Mimic

He’d already had his back multiple times in the last twenty-four hours. First when he followed Kytten and sent me his location. And again when he took the shot at Dakota and tried to follow him. Then he came with us yesterday, watching out forus, knowing we shouldn’t be alone with the Death Dogs out for blood.

“Johnny is a friend. When I went to the bar, I sat beside him because I knew he wouldn’t hit on me, and neither would anyone else. He was a safe place for me while I waited for you to get your head out of your ass.”

Mimic twisted his head around and narrowed his eyes at me. “What? You have something to say?”

The waitress appeared, holding a large tray with our food. She bit her lip as she looked between the three of us.

“Everything okay?”

I smiled up at her. “Everything is fine. My boyfriend is just being his usual asshole self.” Her eyes went comically big as she looked at the cut on Mimic’s shoulders. She swallowed loudly, frozen in her place.

“I’m sorry,” Mimic said, looking in Johnny’s direction.

I wouldn’t have believed the waitress’ eyes could have gotten bigger if I hadn’t seen it for myself. It was as if she had never seen a man apologize before.

“I’ve literally never heard a man say those words before.” I laughed at her words. It was as if she’d pulled them directly from my brain. Mimic grinned, and Johnny threw his head back and laughed.

She placed the food in front of us and walked away, shaking her head.

I grabbed the ketchup and said, “No one will ever believe her story,” as I squirted ketchup over my scrambled eggs.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Johnny gasped.

“Did you put ketchup on your eggs?” Mimic asked.

“Yeesss,” I said, drawing the word out as I looked between the two of them. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, there’s a fucking problem. That’s disgusting.”

Johnny pointed at Mimic. “What he said.”

I slumped back against the booth. “Really? This is what you two join forces about? How I eat my eggs?” I stabbed my eggs, making sure to get some with plenty of ketchup, and held it up to Mimic’s lips. “Try it.”

He pulled back as if I were trying to kill him. The look on his face was comical. “Fuck no.”

I held my fork out over the table. “Johnny?”

He gagged.

Three times.

Johnny grabbed his water, taking a huge gulp. “There is something wrong with you,” he said as he dug into his food.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them. These big bad bikers brought down by a little ketchup—on eggs.

We finally made it back to the clubhouse around lunchtime. We pulled into the compound and parked. I didn’t climb off right away. I stayed, pushed up against Mimic’s back and asked him, “Are you okay?”

He shook his head. “I’m not ready. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.”

“She loves you. It’s all she wants from you. To keep loving you. You both have missed out on so much time together. Neither of you will ever get that time back. But there are still so many years left. Give her a chance. What can it hurt to hear her out?”

He nodded his head, and I took that as his agreement to let his mother be heard. I climbed off his bike and waited for him to do the same.

When he just sat there, bike idling beneath him, I was sure he would take off again. With a deep breath, he turned off the bikeand swung his leg over. I pulled him against me and held him tight.

His arms were like a vise as he breathed deeply, before finally letting go and taking my hand. I led him inside; the clubhouse was quiet with only a few brothers milling around.

Kytten ran over and threw herself at her brother. I stepped back, giving them a moment. I looked around the room for his mother, but she wasn’t there.