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“I can’t tell you, Jack.” Sammy turned back to Beck and Rachel.

“Hey. What do you mean you can’t tell me?”

“Jack, we have talked about this already. Mimic apologized, and that is all I am going to say. Let. It. Be.”

I looked around the room and saw King at the bar. He nodded in my direction. He had made Mimic apologize. Sammy seemed at ease with it. So, I guess my only option was to let it be.

For now.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Samantha

“Jack, we talked about this, and you agreed to let her go. It’s been two weeks. There has been no sign of Carrie or Derek. I am not keeping her locked up anymore.”

“Sammy, we don’t know where Carrie is. She could just be biding her time,” Jack pressed.

“And what if you never find her? Are we supposed to just keep Charlie locked up forever?” I asked him, my hands on my hips.

“No.” He sighed. “But—”

“But nothing,” I interrupted. “I’ll take two brothers with me. I have already talked to Tank, and Mimic offered to go, too.”

Jack just glared at me. It was obvious he didn’t trust Mimic. He still hadn’t gotten over how Mimic spoke to me. He apologized, and I forgave him. That wasn’t good enough for Jack.

“Mimic—”

“Stop it, Jack!” I hissed. “I have told you repeatedly to let it go. He apologized. He has been nothing but sweet and helpful to me since.”

“Well, maybe if you told me what he said when he apologized, I would feel better about it!” Jack shouted, waving his hands in the air.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I looked at the man I was in love with, yes, right at that moment I needed to remind myself I loved him.

“I told you, I will not betray his confidence.”

“Well, King—”

“King what?” asked his president from behind him.

I raised one eyebrow, waiting for Jack to answer him. “Go ahead, Jack.”

Jack turned around to focus on King. I am sure he expected King to order me to tell him what he wanted to know. Only problem was, I didn’t answer to King. I wasn’t an old lady yet.

“I was explaining to Sammy that if I knew what Mimic said to her when he apologized, I would feel better about him protecting her and Charlie while they went to town,” Jack explained.

King looked around Jack at me. I crossed my arms and waited. I had been living in the clubhouse for almost a month now and had gotten used to the many scowls of Kingston O’Rourke. He didn’t scare me anymore.

Much.

“Samantha, are you satisfied with the apology Mimic gave you?” King asked.

I stood up straighter, my arms dropping to my sides. “Yes.”

“And you trust him to watch over you and Charlie?” he asked.

“Yes.” That was all I was giving him. He nodded.

“Did he share something with you about his background?”