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He kissed Gabi. “Fuck. I’m sorry. My sister is corrupting yours.”

“I’m not surprised. You’ve been corrupting me since I climbed onto the back of your bike.”

Pippa stood and grabbed my hands. “Let’s eat. I’ve got the munchies.”

Vance shook his head.

Yes, I was getting her high, too. As her boyfriend of the day, I rested my hands on her hips and backed her against one of the support beams. “You’re only making it harder—”

“I know.” She pressed closer feeling just how hard she was making the situation. “I’m not walking away from you, Dozer. I don’t know why you’re trying to push me away, but I’m not going to let you.”

“Do you want cake?” Gabi asked me and wagged her brows.

Vance laughed and grabbed Gabi around the waist. “She doesn’t mean pussy. There really is cake.”

Pippa’s eyes widened.

Fuck, trouble definitely found me.

Chapter Eight

Pippa

Lights flashed over the dance floor at Liquid Chrome. I might have been a shot or two past buzzed. The music pumped through me as I lifted my arms and danced with Hana. Jazzy and Levi danced next to us. And crazy, but my sister had convinced Vance to join us. Model tall and beautiful, she towered over us as she danced.

With Hana in her boots, tights, leather skirt, and property cut, there was no question all of us were untouchable.

Chrome had a packed house tonight. Hellers occupied the far corner, except one. Dozer wasn’t here.

“Is Coop coming?” I asked. I really wanted to ask Levi about Dozer. Had he said anything to her?

Levi shook her head. “No, Coop is having a party at his house. It’s okay. It was fun today, but I belong here.”

So did Dozer. In this fucked up situation, I’d found my place with his friends, and he’d been relegated. He was supposed to be here.

Hana pointed to the table. I nodded. The guys had bought another round of tequila shooters.

Hana set one in front of me. Blade leaned back in his chair. She stared hard at him, then she leanedinto me and kissed my neck. Her tongue flicked against my sweaty skin.

“Vance, are you seeing your sister?” Romeo asked. “We told you she’s just like you.”

My head tipped as she sprinkled a little salt on my wet flesh. I put the lime in my mouth. Hana licked, drank, bit the lime. Instead of kissing me, Blade came around the table and claimed her mouth.

“I can’t fix her,” Vance said. “I’m responsible for her delinquency.”

Romeo came up behind me. “Dance with me.”

I nodded because I wanted to pretend to have fun. Pretend that guilt wasn’t drowning me. I slammed the shot and followed him. Out on the dance floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Did you work it out with Dozer today?”

I shook my head. “No, he didn’t even kiss me. I tried, but he’sfine. He told me so.”

“When he says fine, it’s just another way of saying he’s fucked up.”

“I know.” I trailed my hands over Romeo’s chest. “I’m not going to beg him.”

He wasn’t here, and Romeo was. Why did my chest hurt? I could be with Dozer all day and not think about Romeo, but somehow, Romeo had gotten tangled up with my need for Dozer.

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