Her eyes darted between me and Mimic. When I saw her walk across the room and stop in front of him, I was confused. But when she reached up and touched his face, rage overtook me.
I’d be damned if I let another fucking brother have a relationship with my woman.
Then she told me who he was.
All the fight drained from me. He was her brother. Her twin brother.
We knew when Mimic joined the club, he wasn’t who he said he was. But we let it go. King said he saw something in the kid and wanted to give him a chance.
“We don’t need Dr. Jefferson,” Rose insisted. The fear on her face was killing me. I walked over, and Sam shook her head.
“No, Cash, sit over there.” She pointed to my seat. “And Mimic will sit there,” she declared, pointing to a chair on the other side of the table.
Rosie scratched at her leg and looked at me with panic in her eyes, and I remembered what she said to me.
‘Everything is quiet when you’re around.’
“No, Sam. Rose is sitting with me.” I pulled her against me and I felt her body melt into mine. Her shaky inhale pulled at my heart. Sitting in the nearest chair, I pulled her down on my lap. “I’ve got you, baby.” I kissed the side of her head.
Her sniffles would fucking break me. I rubbed her back. Mimic sat in the chair next to me and glared. His eyes were hard and menacing. His hands fisted on the table, but when he cut his eyes to his sister, they softened.
“Mimic, honey. Can you sit over there?” Sam asked.
“No, Momma.”
Rosie’s head snapped up as she looked at Sam, then her brother. The question clear. “You call her Momma?” The hurt in her voice was unmistakable, and I held her tighter.
Mimic nodded, and then his eyes went to the table. Sam sat next to him as the others filtered into the room. Mellie sat next to Ghost and watched us without a word.
“Someone tell me what the fuck is going on.” King glared at Sam. Jack stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
“I met Kytten last Sunday at the brunch. When we invited her to the party and said it was Mimic’s birthday, her eyes got wide and bright and she asked how old he was. When I said he was twenty-three, I could see her heart sink. And that was when I knew.”
“Knew what, Sammy?” Jack asked, leaning over to look at his old lady.
She reached over and took Mimic’s hand. “That Kytten was the twin sister he had been searching for. They have the same eyes,” she said with a smile as she looked at Rose.
“Kytten, how old are you?” King asked.
She looked at her brother and then bit her lip. She was smart. And I knew she had figured out he lied to us when she lied to King and said, “Twenty-three.”
I shook my head at her. “Baby don’t lie to my president. She’s twenty-one, King. Or are you twenty-two? Since your birthday is also today?”
“Twenty-one,” she said as a tear slipped down her cheek. I respected her desire to protect her brother.
“So, Mimic lied,” King said, leaning back, his gaze focused on our youngest brother. Mimic didn’t say a word. He was stubborn as fuck and his attitude most days sucked. But he was loyal to a fault.
“King—”
“Absolutely not, Sam. You cannot protect him from this.”
“We knew he lied, King,” I argued.
Mimic’s head snapped up and he looked at me. “You did?”
“Cash, son of a bitch,” King cursed and slammed his hand on the table.
“Yea, kid.” Rosie stiffened in my arms at the phrase that I used without thinking. I leaned closer to her ear and muttered, “Knock that shit off,” then I kissed her cheek.
