Page 11 of Rox

“Rox,” why does he sound breathless? Oh my god. Is it possible to get turned on by the way someone says your name? Holy hell.Bitch, focus.

“Mimic,” I must have lost the control I had over my voice because he cuts me off before I can tell him what’s wrong.

“Rox? Rox, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s following me. I can’t see who it is, and each time I pass through a light, they’re turning on their brights, so I can’t see anything about what they’re driving.”

“Okay, Rox, I need you to listen to me,” as if I couldn’t. The rage I hear in his tone is not only turning me on but letting me know he isn’t fucking around at all. “Rox!”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sorry. I’m here. I’m listening.”

“Good. Drive to the clubhouse.”

“What? Why would I go there?” I knew the answer. It’s where I would be the safest. But my mind wasn’t thinking that when I called him. I wanted him to tell me to go to him. Something inside of me is calling me. It’s pointing me to him.

“I need you to drive there. I promise, once they realize that’s where you’re headed, they’re gonna turn around. And if they don’t, they’re gonna meet the end of a handful of forty-fives.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Heading there now.”

I was raised to always get to my dad and the clubhouse if anything were to go wrong or if I ever felt unsafe. I’d done that exact thing multiple times. Our safe haven is the clubhouse. So why am I reaching out to Mimic now? Why is it I didn’t want to call my dad for the first time in my life? I wanted to call Mimic.

“Rox, are you there?”

“I’m here. I’m almost at the main road to get to the club.”

“Are they still behind you?”

I look up to the mirror, and unfortunately, it’s right when we pass through a light, and I’m blinded again, “Fuck! Yes. The asshole just flashed me again.”

“I swear I’m going to find out who this son of a bitch is, and I’m going to murder them.”

He says it as if he didn’t mean for me to hear it. His voice is rough yet flows like syrup. It’s somehow sweet, the tone he used, and I’m already addicted.

“Turning now.” I hold my breath, and just like Mimic said, the car drives past. “I think it’s a white, maybe silver, vehicle, but I can’t tell you what it is. But they kept going. Where are you at? I’ll be at the club in five.”

The clubhouse is down a long country road. It’s away from traffic and other homes. Dad wanted a space that was private, but easily accessed. He wanted the public to know they could count on us, but still be somewhat secluded.

“I’m at home, Rox.” I slam my breaks. “What the hell? Rox! Are you okay? Rox!”

“I’m fine. What the fuck do you mean you’re at home? Why would you have me come here when you’re not even here?”

“They would have followed you. The club gets them off your tail.”

I let out an annoyed ugh and rub my hands over my face. I know he’s right. I don’t like it. “Fine. I get it. Thank you. I needed the help. I…just…thanks.”

“Anytime, Rox.”

After getting off the phone, I turn my car lights off and turn around. I drive up to the entrance to the road and wait. I give my eyes some time to adjust and look. Back and forth, in slow, almost predatory motions, I sweep. I don’t see anything. No lights are coming from either direction, so I make a left and head to Mimic’s. A stupid decision, I’m sure, but I wait a moment before I turn my lights on. When none come up behind me or before me, I turn mine on and hit the gas.

Dad made sure I had every member’s number. I don’t have all their real names, as that’s something they decide to provide. But I do know where all of them live. Because my parents run the horse ranch and take in abused women and children, MC members don’t live on their property or at the clubhouse. Because of that, I know where all of them live. It’s always been if I needed to get to someone I trusted, and the clubhouse wasn’t the closest. I could always go to a member. Well, sorry, Dad, but tonight, I’m not using your helpful information for any of the reasons you gave it to me.

Not even ten minutes later, I’m parked in Mimic’s drive. Getting out of my car, I hurry to his front door. I knock hard and quick while I look around. No car lights came on behind me while I was headed here, but you never know. Determined people will do crazy shit to get what they want. When I don’t seeanything, I turn back to the door as I hear the lock disengage and the door is pulled open.

Mimic’s shock doesn’t match the desire in his tone, “Rox.”

Six

Mimic

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