Chapter Thirty-Seven
King
Holding the door open, I waited until both women were inside before I let it close. I reached up and dropped the latch on each door. It wasn’t something we did often, but I didn’t want anyone walking in.
“Fuck,” Blade said. “You never lock the fucking doors.”
“We have a lot of shit to cover, and I can’t have any interruptions.” I looked at Kytten. “How was she?”
“Scared. But she ate. The other girls are taking turns staying with her so she isn’t alone. She wasn’t happy, but Haizley said we couldn’t let her get in her head. She needs to know she’s got people to lean on.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice rough with emotion. My brothers had all picked amazing women.
“She wants to see Johnny.”
I nodded. “I’ll work something out to see if I can get her to go up there.”
She was afraid to leave the room, but maybe with me, Haizley, and some of the guys, I could coax her out of there. But for now, I focused on Indie, who sat next to Mimic.
“Indie, the officers and I have talked, and we’d like to extend you an invitation to prospect for the club.”
Indie’s eyes were as wide as saucers, and her mouth hung open. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, the corners of my mouth lifting just the slightest amount at her surprise.
“Are women allowed in the MC?” she asked.
“Until now, no. But as the new president of the Mother Chapter, I have the power to change the charter. And I’d like you to be our first sister. You won’t get special treatment. You’ll have to prospect like everyone else. Is that something you’d be interested in?”
“Fuck yes!” She turned to Mimic. “Are you okay with this?”
“Fuck no. But not because you’re a girl. Because you’re fucking mine, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I think she’s established she can take care of herself,” Jack teased. Mimic glared at him and growled. Jack flipped him off. “You think I’m afraid of you? My old lady would tear you apart.” Jack laughed, and I couldn’t help but grin.
We all knew he was right. Sam and Mimic had a special relationship, and we all knew he’d never do anything to jeopardize it.
I was surprised how well Sam and Diana got along.
I’d thought for sure there would have been some jealousy on one side or the other.
But Sam deferred to Diana as Mimic and Kytten’s mother.
And Diana sought advice from Sam on how to bond with her son.
Kytten had accepted both her parents immediately.
Mimic was still working on forgiving his mother.
Not sure he’d ever have a relationship with Bane, though.
And I was damn sure he didn’t trust Kronos.
Blood didn’t mean much to Mimic, except when it came to his twin sister.
Character was the only way to be in Mimic’s life.
“Jack will have a cut for you by the end of the day. Right now, you can step out and go see Joey. Tell him you’re prospecting and see if he needs help with anything.”
Indie smiled big and leaned over to kiss Mimic. Then she jumped out of her seat, and Blade stood to unlock the doors to let her out. He chuckled as he relocked the door and sat back down.
“She’s a ray of fucking sunshine when she’s not scary as fucking hell. There’s no in between with her,” he said.
Kytten looked my way and smiled. “You gonna offer me a cut too?”
“No.”
Her smile dropped, and it took every effort not to smile at her disappointment. “I have something else planned for you.”
She looked at Cash, who shook his head. I knew he hated this, especially since we’d learned she was pregnant. They had an appointment for an ultrasound coming up soon, and Cash was convinced it was twins.
Kytten turned back to me and asked, “What is it?”
“What do you know about the Biker Federation?” I asked.
“I know that it’s comprised of various club presidents, who work together to keep order.
Val was always pissed off that she wasn’t a part of it.
But she also wanted us under the radar.” Her voice got lower as she spoke about Valhalla, the former president of the Nyght Nymphs.
Val had found Kytten living on the streets as a kid and took her home and raised her.
Only to find out recently that she was the daughter of the man Val was obsessed with and the woman she’d had locked up in an insane asylum.
Once she learned that piece of information, her and Dakota Stone, who she was working with, had tried to kill both Mimic and Kytten; only, Indie had killed her.
It was something I still needed to talk to Reaper about.
“The Federation also chooses who will sit at the table,” Nav added. But there are rules for that.”
“What kind of rules?” she asked.
I looked over at Nav and waved my hand for him to continue.
“Every club has a place in the Federation if it chooses to comply. But not every president has a shot at the table. In order to sit at the table and represent the Federation, you must be a club president and have a direct line to one of the original five members who started the Golden Skulls back in the late 1800s.”
“What does that have to do with me?” she asked warily, looking from Nav to me.
“We want you to sit at the table,” I said. “Reaper sits there now, but he doesn’t want it. Montana was removed after the shit with the Satan’s Angels.”
“Which if he’d done what he was supposed to, we wouldn’t be in this shit now. So Montana is not getting that seat back,” Sypher added.
“Again, what does that have to do with me? How can I sit at the table?
“You are a direct descendant on your mother’s and your father’s side,” Cash said. “You’re connected to White Wolf Smith.”
“And who else?” she looked around. “You said on both sides?”
“Both your mother and father are descendants of White Wolf Smith,” Nav explained.
“My parents are related?” she cried. Mimic shook his head and groaned.
“Yes, but it’s so far back,” Sypher assured her. “I’m talking generations back, almost as far back as the Golden Skulls’ creation.”
“Still,” Kytten said, scrunching her nose. “But I’m not a club president.”
“But you could be,” I told her.
“How?”
“Baby, we need to call your sisters and tell them about Val.”
Kytten stiffened. “No. They’ll hate me.”
“They won’t hate you, Rosie. They’ll hate her when you tell them everything.”
“I don’t know.” Kytten shook her head.
“Call them and see how soon they can get here. You can use our church to tell them everything,” I offered.
Kytten turned around and looked at Cash. “You think this is a good idea?”
Cash glanced at Mimic and then back to Kytten. “If it were anyone else but you, I’d think it was a great idea. But like your brother, I’m worried about you and the babies.”
“Ba-by,” she enunciated.
Cash laughed. “We’ll find out soon. King assured me that Mimic and I, and probably Indie, will attend every meeting with you. We won’t be there to participate; it will only be to watch over you.”
“But why me?” she asked, looking up at me. “I thought you didn’t trust me?”
“It was never that I didn’t trust you, Kytten.
” She pressed her lips together and kinked her head to the side.
“I questioned where your loyalty would be between your president and your old man. You have more than proved yourself. And you’re level-headed.
The men that sit at the table won’t see you coming. ”
“Do you think they’ll accept me?”
“No,” I said with a grin. “But I’ll talk to Sal and Garcia. Reaper can talk to Maxim. Cesar strikes me as the kind of guy to buck the system, so I don’t see an issue there. And as far as your safety, the Triad is the only wild card. I know the other men will protect you with their lives.”
We all sat quietly as we watched the array of emotions flicker across Kytten’s face. It was a sign that she felt safe with us. Comfortable enough to be herself. She’d mastered the art of a poker face. But here she could be vulnerable.
“Okay. I’ll call the girls and have them come. I’ll tell them what happened and see what they think. But I can’t guarantee they’ll agree.”
I nodded. Kytten stood up and walked to the door.
“I can’t reach the fucking lock, people.”
Gunner stood up and walked over to the door. He put his hands around Kytten’s waist, and she squealed when he lifted her off the floor. She unlocked the door, and he set her down.
“Asshole,” she muttered as she walked out.
The men around the table erupted in laughter, even Mimic.
Gunner locked the door and sat back in his chair. I sobered up and looked around the room. “Zombie called. Stone was gone when they got back.”
“Fuck!”
“How?”
“Jesus Christ!”
I held my hand in the air and waited for them to settle down. “Someone tipped him off. As soon as Zombie stepped into the clubhouse, he got a text on Steele’s phone that said ‘traitor.’”
“Freeway?” Gunner asked.
“He’s been locked up since I called Steele. There is no way he could’ve contacted him.”
“That means one of us,” Jack hissed.
“Maybe not. I talked to Ravage. He pointed out that someone had to tip off the Death Dogs that Grace and Karlyn were in town.”
“That means one of the Gods of Mayhem,” Jingles growled.
“Most likely, yes. But we don’t know who.”
“I don’t think it was Zeus, and I know it wasn’t Eros. He wouldn’t do that to Ravage,” Nav stated confidently.
“I agree,” I said. “After we’re done here, I want to call them both in and tell them what’s going on.”
My brothers nodded, and I leaned forward, my arms on the table. I zeroed in on Sypher and Nav, who sat side by side with their computers. I cleared my throat, and they both snapped their heads up in sync.
“Something you two forget to tell me and Ravage?”
They turned to look at each other, then back at me before they both looked down.
“It’s fucking creepy when they do that shit,” Jack grumbled.
“How did you find out?” Nav asked.
“Grace asked me if I’d seen it.” I closed my eyes. “Who saw it?”
“Me, Sypher, and Kytten,” Nav confessed.
My eyes snapped open, and I glared at Cash.
“She insisted. I agreed because Grace is going to need someone to talk to. Someone who understands the shit running around in her head. Kytten has been working with abused women for years.”
“Where is the video?”
“Scrubbed,” Sypher said. “No one else will ever see it.”
“Thank you.”
“How is she? Really?” Jingles asked.
“I don’t fucking know. My heart breaks every time I look at her. She’s not the same. She’s still there. But Grace is buried under what happened, and I don’t know how to pull her out.”
“You can’t,” Colt said. I looked over at him. His voice said he knew more than we realized. “When Haizley started working with Aspen, she had Amber sit in. Amber shared her story, and Aspen said it helped. Grace needs to talk to someone who has been through something similar.”
“I can ask Reaper to bring Remi here,” Sypher offered.
“She needs to talk to Karlyn,” Colt suggested. “She’s already here. They were taken together. No one knows more about what Grace went through than Karlyn.”
I knew he was right, but I wasn’t sure it would help. It would put Karlyn in an awkward position if she wasn’t up to it. I couldn’t ask her to take on Grace’s fears, especially when she was still dealing with her own.
Cash saved me when he changed the subject and asked, “What did James Doherty want?”
Sypher’s head snapped up. “Pops called you?”
“Yeah, he’ll be here in the next day or two. And then Reaper and Montana will be here after that.”
I explained the plan James shared with me. My brothers looked as skeptical as I did. I just hoped to God this shit ended soon.