Page 9 of Mimic

I had met Patch twice. His bedside manner when dealing with the men in the club was less than ideal. But when his hands reached out to help me sit up, they were gentle. The harshness of his voice was gone when he asked me how I was feeling.

“What happened?”

“We were hoping you could tell us. Gunner rode by and saw the lights still on and stopped to check. Found you lying on the floor.”

Patch held a light in my eyes and asked me to follow it, which I did. Then he examined the goose egg on my head. “You have a nasty bump, but the skin didn’t break. I’m more concerned about the black eye.”

“Black eye?”

“I’m going to fucking kill him. Where the fuck was Mimic?” Gunner growled, trying to keep his voice low.

“I made him leave when Kytten came in. She didn’t want him here while she got her tattoo.”

“And after?”

“Keys picked up Kytten, and I guess I forgot to lock the door behind her. I was putting stuff away and someone came in. I told him we were closed, but he had some kind of device.”

“A scrambler. The cameras went out as the door opened. There’s nothing until after he left,” Gunner explained.

“Do you need a full exam?” Patch asked, his eyes on me. I knew what he was asking, and while I didn’t know what might have happened after I blacked out, my clothes were still on, and there was no soreness.

“No.”

“Do you know who he was?”

The front door opened, and King and Cash walked in. I’d met quite a few of the brothers as they came and went. Some came in for ink, while others came in to speak with Gunner on different occasions.

“Hey, Indie, you okay?” King asked as he crouched down in front of me. Patch wouldn’t let me stand yet.

“Yeah.” I looked up at Gunner. “I don’t know who he was. He wore a cut, but it was different. He said he had a message to send.”

“What was the message?”

“He didn’t say, that was when he punched me and everything went black.”

“Son of a bitch,” Cash hissed.

The door opened, and Mimic walked in, heading straight for me. He kneeled on the floor, and his hand went to my chin. “Who did this?”

“Where the fuck were you?” Gunner pulled him off the floor and shoved him against the wall.

“Gunner, stop.” I tried to get my feet under me, but my head spun and my stomach flipped upside down.

“Easy, Indie. You have a concussion.”

“Where the fuck were you?” Gunner yelled a second time, trying to push Mimic further into the wall.

“Gunner!” I yelled to get his attention, and the sound of my voice made my head pound. I groaned and grabbed my head, and Gunner lifted me and carried me to the office and laid me on the couch.

“It’s not his fault.”

“The fuck it’s not. He was given an order.”

“I physically pushed him out the door and locked it behind him. I just forgot to lock it after Kytten left.”

“INDIE!”

Haizley rushed into the office and crashed onto the couch beside me.