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Most people believed King was thinking when he rubbed his beard. Considering his options, examining every angle. Except what he was really doing was sizing up his opponent. Namely me. He was trying to read me. He’d never get anything I didn’t let him have.

When King sat back in his chair and rubbed his chin, he already had all the answers he needed. He’d already made a plan. All I had to do was endure whatever it was. That was the easy part.

“Ghost is in Lincoln for the foreseeable future. We don’t know how long he’ll be gone. He’s with Sypher and Pippen. That means a spot has opened up for an enforcer.”

I didn’t move a muscle. But my mind was reeling. I didn’t understand what he was saying.

“Jack recommended you.”

This time, I couldn’t stop my head from turning toward Jack. He was Sam’s old man. The woman who had become a mother to me. She was the one person who knew the most, but even she didn’t know everything. I couldn’t tell her. She’d never let me near Charlie or the babies if she did. She’d never trust me again if she knew what I was capable of.

“Why?” I asked, not understanding what was happening. I heard the words King said, but they didn’t make sense. There were other men in this club who had been here longer than I had. As far as they knew, they were more experienced in fighting than I was. I was barely twenty-one years old, and I had lied to get into the club.

Jack shrugged. “It feels right.”

That was all he’d give me.

“We’ve already voted, and it was unanimous. It’s up to you to accept,” King explained, and I stared at him. My head turned to his right side, where his VP sat. My sister’s old man. He held my eyes and nodded.

“I accept.”

Jack passed me a new patch to add to my cut. One that said,‘Enforcer.’I held it in my hand and stared at it. A sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. If they ever learned the truth, they would rip this away from me. I would lose their trust, their respect. I would lose my sister again. More importantly, I would lose my family.

The thought occurred to me that I should tell them the truth. Tell them everything. But I couldn’t, not yet. Not until I’d found him and wiped him off the Earth. Not until I knew my sister was safe and would never be in danger again. Once Dakota Stone was dead, it wouldn’t matter what happened to me.

It’d been three days since I’d gained the enforcer patch. Every time Sam looked at it, she teared up. She said it was hormones, but I knew better. She was proud of me. I didn’t deserve her pride. She didn’t know the secret I was keeping. The lie I’d held onto after the way I’d treated her.

I would lose her when she learned the truth. That loss might hurt more than losing my sister for a second time.

“Mimic!” Gunner called out from the other end of the room.

“Yeah?”

“I need you at the shop.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” I asked as I made my way toward him.

“Bruce called out. Got the flu or some shit. I can’t be there today, and I don’t want Indie there alone.”

Fuck!

Indigo Cambridge was a tattoo artist and piercer who worked for Gunner. And I owed her an apology.

I’d been avoiding the shop for months. On the day of my last appointment, I’d had an... altercation with her. The first time I saw her, something lit inside me. Something that had been missing. I wanted her. The problem was, I’d mistaken her for my sister. And that had made me angry. I refused to believe I was like him. So, I’d lashed out and accused her of lying to Gunner about her age and lying to me about who she was.

I knew she was lying about her age. There was no fucking way she was twenty-six. If I had to guess, I’d say she was barely twenty, if that.

I’d learned a few things about myself since joining the club. One, I was a self-righteous prick. I’d lied about so many things, yet I continued to call others out on their lies.

I’d told myself my lies were to protect the people I loved. Her lies were selfish. She’d done it for a job.

The second thing I’d learned was, I had no self-control over my dick. Not where Indigo was concerned. I didn’t sleep with the club girls. I couldn’t risk my secret getting out. But if I were honest, they didn’t interest me. I’d begun to think that I was broken. That years of torture and abuse had made me a eunuch.

But if I got within twenty feet of Indigo Cambridge—hell, just the sound of her name—my dick got so fucking hard I couldn’t think because all the blood left my brain and pooled in my jeans.

“For how long?” I asked Gunner.

“She’s got appointments all day.”