Page 67 of Dozer

“I’ll show you how to load and fire in case you need to use it before you have a chance to practice.” Levi sat on the bed and loaded the gun.

She went through the process twice, including how to use the safety and how to squeeze the trigger.

Positioning behind me, she demonstrated how to stand, aim, and shoot.

“Just don’t panic.”

Famous last words.

Five minutes later, I was sitting in my car with a loaded gun in my lap and a box of bullets on the passenger seat.

The rumble of my missing muffler fought with my thoughts as I drove home. Maybe I wouldn’t have to file a restraining order. Perhaps I needed to make that appointment in his office. I glared at the gun. That would back up my threat against his intimidation.

I pressed the button for the garage. Not even the broken window was going to scare me tonight.

Dozer

Sully was pissed. Rogue wanted answers. Every other word was fuck. I understood their frustration. I should have stayed at Chrome. As muchas I hated being in the club scene, I wanted to watch Pippa dance. I’d accepted I’d be sharing her with Romeo, but I couldn’t swallow down the jealousy.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and watched out the door. I needed to see her, make sure she was safe behind the fences of the MC. Then I’d go to my room and let the acidity of my thoughts rot in my mind.

I was so fucked up. I had to share her with Romeo, but being their third wasn’t going to work for me. I wanted time alone with her.

The gate rolled open. Blade and Romeo rode into the parking lot. Hana climbed from the back of Blade’s bike. Sully stormed past me. Jazzy handed her helmet to Romeo. Sully swept her into a hug.

The gate slid closed.

“Where the fuck is Pippa?”

“She took Levi home,” Romeo said as he approached.

“They should be here.”

“Levi is safe with Willow. She already sent me a text to say she was home.”

“And Pippa?”

“I assume she’s still on her way home. Crawlers don’t know about her. Doze, she doesn’t want to be here with the both of us. She knows it’s fucking with your head. She cares too much about you, about both of us, to do anything she knows is hurting you.”

Inside the clubhouse, Blade and Rogue stormed to the back office and slammed the door.

Sully and Romeo turned to Hana.

“Did Blade say anything?” Romeo asked her.

“Not to me.” She chewed her lip.

“You know something you ain’t sure about sharing?” Sully asked. “Because let me tell you, I’m not letting Blade go down without a fight. He thinks he needs all the responsibility on his shoulders. He’s worried because he’s young. We all voted yes because we believe he’s doing right by the club.”

Her gaze shifted from the closed office door to Sully. She wasn’t going to say shit. Loyalty ran too deep in her. “I don’t know anything.”

She walked away, and Jazzy approached. “She’s good for Blade. He needs a loyal old lady. But I’m not his old lady, so he doesn’t get my undying devotion. And the asshole he was with lied to me today. I knew Rogue was lying, too.”

One more reason not to piss off Jazzy.

“Hana and I went ax throwing today. Hana locked her keys in her car. Blade has the spare. She called him to help, and he had to tell her he was three hours out. She asked him where he was, and he said club business settling a score. Then he told her not to say anything. She didn’t know I could hear him talking.”

“What did Rogue lie about?” Sully crossed his arms over his chest.

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