Page 61 of Dozer

“I’m fine.” I instinctively rested my hand on her bare thigh. We both stilled with the touch of my fingers against her flesh.

“Did you know about this?” Vance asked Gabi.

She laughed. “Yes, it’s why I turned off the cameras inside the house.” She turned to me and Pippa. “Outside cameras and the door and window alarms are still active.”

“That’s your baby sister,” Vance said to Gabi.

“I know. Don’t judge.” She leaned into Vance and pressed her lips against his neck. Vance squeezed her thigh and nipped at her skin, enjoying whatever it was she whispered in his ear.

“Have you talked to Blade?” Levi asked.

“A couple of times,” Vance said. “I wanted him to know I was sorry about his dad. Razor was a piece of shit, but it’s still tough losing a parent.”

Vance would know. He’d lost both of his shit parents. Their deaths had changed his life, pulled him away from us, away from the MC.

“I was surprised Rogue wasn’t voted in as president,” Vance said.

“Some of the old timers were, too,” I said. “Romeo sewed on the treasurer patch.”

“I wish I could have been there.” He patted Gabi’s leg.

“We’re all going to Chrome tonight,” Pippa said. “You should come celebrate with us.”

“Not my kind of club,” Vance said.

Levi wrapped her fingers around Coop’s arm, her breasts brushed against him. Coop’s gaze traveled down her face and neck until he stared into theneckline of her top. He ran his knuckles across her collarbone.

What the fuck was he doing touching her when he barely knew her? Her lashes fluttered, and she licked her lips. Levi was in over her head. I wanted her to have some fun, not be decimated by a guy who played women like a professional sport.

I glared at Levi. She tilted her head and smiled.Stop, she mouthed.

“How is Tank doing? Have you been in to see him?” Vance tipped his beer to his lips.

I tore my attention away from Coop and Levi.

“Most weekends,” I said because I’d missed a few. “He’s hanging in there. They’ve got him on fucking bullshit charges.”

Coop narrowed his gaze on me. “You don’t just ride a motorcycle?”

“Heller Raiders, and that girl you have beside you belongs to us. Just a warning.”

“And the girl next to you, she doesn’t belong to your club…or to you.”

Fuck, I didn’t need this jock douche to tell me that.

“Don’t worry about the Hellers,” Vance said to Coop. “We don’t look for trouble.”

My gaze connected with Vance, our thoughts reciting our mantra.

“It fucking finds us,” we said at the same time.

Hell yeah, it felt good to hear him claim some of his old self, refer back to when he wore his Heller patch. He never should have had to give it up.

“If you decide to come to Chrome tonight,” Pippa said to Vance, “then you have to agree to cometo have fun, not sit at the table and glare at everything I do. No protective future brother-in-law shit.”

“Prepare yourself,” I said to Vance. “Your sister kisses her.”

“With tongue,” Pippa added.

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