Page 68 of Dozer

Jazzy averted her gaze. “I…I wanted him to help me with something. The point is that he wasn’t here. He was out with Blade.”

“Crawlers are local. I don’t see how they’d be connected to today.” I cocked a brow at Sully and Romeo.

“Have you seen Bullet?”

“He’s checking on his girls, seeing if they’ve heard anything.”

Romeo’s phone pinged. I couldn’t see the message, but I could see the name. Pippa.

Romeo stepped away and put his phone to his ear. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but I could see the hard line of his mouth. Finally, he nodded, ended the call, and returned to our conversation.

“She’s home,” he said and slid his phone into his pocket.

“Alone?”

“Of course, alone. Apparently, she doesn’t need to worry now. When she took Levi home, her and her hot crazy mom decided to arm our girl with a .38 Special.”

I growled.

Romeo smiled. “Sweet Pippa is turning into a badass biker babe.”

Our girl.Whenever Romeo spoke of her, he referred to her asours.I wanted her to be mine.

Blade and Rogue came out of the office and made a direct path to me, Romeo, and Sully.

“Two dozen Crawlers showed up at Chrome two minutes after we left,” Blade said. “Rogue and I are their targets. Wrench knows Razor wanted to take over his club. He’s vowed to take mine or destroy it.”

Rogue scanned the chapel. “For tonight, keep everyone here at the MC. I don’t want a Heller being caught alone outside the gates. We’re going to have to take the fight to them.”

Blade stared at Rogue. Then he turned to us. “We’re using the cartel to do it. Emergency meeting in ten minutes,” Blade said to Romeo and Sully.

I made my way to my room and crashed out on my bed. I was fucking this up with Pippa. Romeo had all but told me to go after his girl.

Guilt still had me by the balls. I was the one who started this fucked up threesome, yet I couldn’t get out of my own head. Couldn’t getherout of my head. Fuck staying put. I needed to get out of the MC, and there was only one place, one person I needed to be with.

I grabbed my phone and keys and stormed into the chapel. “Open the gate,” I said to Pike as I slammed open the door of the clubhouse.

Once on my bike, I roared out of the church parking lot. I rode faster than legal, zipping through the streets. As I approached Pippa’s house, I throttled back and coasted into her drive.

The neighborhood was quiet as I sidled around the side of the house. Ensuring I was alone, I muscled up onto the open, broken, garage window, leveraged over the edge, and dropped to the concrete floor.

The door handle easily turned. She hadn’t locked the door. Habits were hard to break. Entering the house shouldn’t have felt like I was home. Home was the MC. Yet, I could smell her, the hint of her perfume. Hellers had made her house theirs. The subtle scent of weed hung in the air.

I quietly set my helmet on the table and shrugged out of my cut. In the kitchen, I sat at her table and took off my boots and socks.

The floor creaked as I padded barefoot into her bedroom. With the glow of the moon coming through the window, I could make out her form on the bed.

Pippa slept on her side. Dark hair fanned across her pillow. I set my gun on the night table and stripped off my shirt.

I could barely breathe.

The clink of my metal belt buckle echoed in the room. I dropped my jeans and crawled into bed with her.

I needed to be close to her, to drink in her scent, and feel the warmth of her body next to mine. I needed her. A body could live without food for a month or water for a week. I couldn’t survive without being near her.

I spooned in close and rested my hand on the smooth curve of her hip. She laced our fingers, hers soft and thin, and mine large, rough, and callused. Then she curled my arm against her chest and sighed. The pillow carried her fragrance. Flaring my nostrils, I breathed deeply.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

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