“You are a direct descendant on your mother’sandyour 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!”
