I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her mouth. Deepening the kiss with my tongue, I didn’t give a shit who was watching. When I pulled back, I said, “Pull those claws out, Kytten. You can do this.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “I can do this.” She took her brother’s hand, and he pulled her in for a hug.
“I’m here now, Rosebud. No one will ever cut the thorns away again.” Mimic glared at me as he ushered her out of the room. Punk ass kid might just get a beatdown after all.
When Mellie and Sam followed, and the door closed behind them, I turned to Nav. “Who the fuck is their father?”
Nav blew out a breath. “Justin Peterson, aka Shame.”
“SON OF A GODDAMN BITCH!” King shouted. “That’s it! No more old ladies! I’m fucking done.”
“In our defense, Prez, we seem to have more of a problem with long-lost relatives.” Jack snickered.
He was right. In the past year, since Beck moved back to town, there was her, who turned out to be Declan’s daughter he believed had never been born. Then we had Charlie, the daughter Jack never knew about, not to mention his brother, Derek. Then there was Ellie, Jingles’ sister he hadn’t had contact with since he left home. King’s father, Braesal O’Malley, was thehead of the Irish Mob in Boston. And Mellie, Gunner’s sister, who he walked away from a decade ago.
And now Rose, Mimic’s sister we didn’t know he had. Well, Sam knew. But she hadn’t told anyone. Not even Jack. The only one who didn’t have any relatives showing up was Haizley. But she turned out to be Mellie’s best friend from college.
“That’s not all,” Nav said quietly, clearly afraid to set off King again.
“What else could there possibly be?” Colt asked.
“Justin Peterson is the grandson of Andrew Peterson.”
“Who the fuck is he?”
“He was one of the original seven founding members of the—”
“If you value your life, don’t fucking say it!” King ordered.
Nav shut his mouth. But Ghost wasn’t so quick on the draw sometimes. “Founding members of what?”
“The Golden Skulls,” I answered and sat back in my chair.
My woman was Golden.
We all knew how Reaper felt about his family.
“This does not leave this fucking room!” King ordered. “You do not tell Sypher. Not until I’ve had time to figure this shit out.”
“Montana will have to be notified,” Jingles pointed out. “When Shame died, the club absorbed his company. It should have gone to Mimic and Kytten.”
“Right now, that’s the least of our worries,” King whined.
“Rosie will want to know. Mimic might say he doesn’t, but something happened to their mother.”
“What do you know?” Gunner asked.
“Not much. She told me Valhalla found her on the street when she was eleven. Found her screaming behind a dumpster and killed the fucker trying to get to her.”
“Where was Mimic?” Blade asked.
“No idea.” I shrugged.
“Does Val know who she is?” Jack asked. I could only shrug again.
“I don’t think Sypher knows they exist,” Nav interjected. “At least not both of them. He has a file on Shame; there’s a footnote with the mother’s name and that she was pregnant. But no information on the baby. No information about what happened to the mother or why Shame wasn’t in their lives, either. But there is no connection to Kytten, so either he left it out, Val didn’t tell him, or they don’t know Kytten is Rose.”
“He knows her name is Rose. But that’s all I know.”
