Page 67 of Mimic

“It’s nice to meet you, Sheriff.” King turned his head to either side; a signal for us to sit. We put our guns away and righted our tables.

“I assume you are all legally allowed to carry?” the sheriff asked.

Not all of us were. I was just a few months past my twenty-first birthday but had been carrying since I joined the club. The key was not getting caught.

A few of the guys, like Gunner, weren’t legally allowed to carry due to their record. But again, the key was not getting caught. In Diamond Creek, it wasn’t an issue. King’s brother Declan, our sheriff, understood Gunner’s time was for protecting a woman, so he turned a blind eye. However, Freeway had to be careful; Declan wouldn’t hesitate to throw him back in jail.

“Despite the patch on my cut, we are not a one-percenter club; haven’t been for a number of years.” That was all King said. It was clear to the sheriff; King was bullshitting him. It was true. We weren’t a one-percenter club. But that didn’t mean we let the law keep us from getting shit done.

“Not what I asked.”

“Feel free to contact the sheriff in Diamond Creek, Nebraska. He’ll vouch for us. We came here only to stop a war.”

“I’d say you were unsuccessful.”

“Unfortunately,” King said with an exhausted sigh.

None of us said a word. We let King do all the talking. He was the president. He took the risks.

“I’d appreciate it if you all got back home.”

“It’s where we’re headed, Sheriff.”

We all stood as one, and King held his hand out. When the sheriff took it, King thanked him for having our backs.

We loaded up and tore out of the diner. Winchester met us out on the road just over the state line. We all knew it’d been a waste of time, but King had to try.

When we pulled back into the compound, King called church. He stopped me outside. “We need to talk to Indie.”

I nodded. “I’ll get her.”

“No, Gunner went to get her.”

King waited for the rest of the brothers to move inside, and when it was just the two of us, he asked, “What’s the deal?”

“Apparently, she’s my old lady.”

“I never said that. I said she was my enforcer’s old lady. That was for her protection, and I have two of you.”

A growl rumbled up from my chest, and King laughed. “Calm your tits. You plan on claiming her?”

I rubbed the back of my neck, not sure how to answer. “It’s complicated.”

Wasn’t that the fucking truth? She’d wanted me until she found out I was a fucking virgin. I knew most guys stayed away from virgins; worried they’d get clingy. I wasn’t fucking clingy, but I wanted this woman. Not for a fucking night. For every fucking night.

“Well, you better un-fucking-complicate it. She’s their VP’s daughter. There are rules. As far as they know, she’s already been claimed. We can use that to our advantage, provided she goes along with it.”

Would she go along with it? Vulture had been one of the pictures Nav had shown her, but Sting was the only one she’d pointed out.

“Maybe she doesn’t know he’s her father,” I muttered.

“That’s what we need to find out.” He slapped me on the back before moving inside. I followed behind and waited for Gunner to bring Indie into church.

I sat in my seat, stewing, until the door finally opened, and Indie walked in followed by Gunner. She was so fucking sexy in her ripped jeans and tight T-shirt.

Gunner hadn’t let her go back to work unless he was able to go with her. She’d been at the clubhouse since the day Sam had her twins. Despite my opening up to her, I hadn’t gotten any closer to her. It seemed every time I got close, she threw up a roadblock.

The screen at the front of the room turned on, displaying a picture of Vulture. Indie stared at the table after glancing quickly at the screen. She knew who the fuck he was. The question was, why hadn’t she said anything?