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my shoulder made me jump.

 
    “I got
you, Tanya,” Daryl said. He was our other bouncer—he and Nick worked
opposite shifts unless there was a big crowd, and then they worked together.
“If it’s that dickhead again, you scream first thing and I’ll come get you.”

 
    “I
know,” I said, putting my hand on his. “Thanks, Daryl.”

 
    Daryl
squeezed. “No problem, baby girl.” Then he turned back to the club and I
straightened up.

 
    Okay. You got this. Showtime.

 
    I
opened up the door and put on my best smile, stepping through. But that smile
faded dead away the second I saw who was sitting there.

 
    “Hello,
Tanya,” he said.

 
    I
opened my mouth to scream.

Chapter 7

 
    Gunner

 
 
 
    “Don’t,”
I began, holding up my hands as I rose from the crappy, faux-leather couch
against the wall. The “champagne room,” they’d called it. All I could smell was jizz and regret, and champagne was the last thing I’d
have thought of drinking in this shit hole.

 
    Thankfully,
my sister had decided not to scream, at least not just yet. I was a pretty
tough guy, but the bouncer I’d seen by the door could probably have broken me
in two and I didn’t need that kind of trouble—not tonight.

 
    “What’re
you doing here, Gunner ?! ” Tanya hissed, glancing over
her shoulder before shutting the door after herself. She looked livid, but I
couldn’t begin to keep my eyes on her expression, not with the way she looked
in that thong and bra.

 
    “You
need to come home,” I said, setting my jaw as I forced my eyes back up to meet
her own. “And when we get there, I’m going to find you a real job—not working in some fucking strip joint. I mean,
Jesus, what would Mom—”

 
    “You
shut your fucking mouth,” Tanya snapped, stepping forward without warning and
pushing me square in my chest with her good hand. “I’m not going anywhere. And
if you’re not going to pay for your goddamn lap dance, then I’ve got plenty of
other men who’d gladly be where you are right now.”

 
    “Tanya,”
I began, but as she turned I sighed and dug my wallet out of my pocket. “ Here. ”

 
    I
pulled out a crisp twenty and tossed it at her, sitting myself back down on the
couch, much to the complaint of the artificial leather.

 
    My
stepsister turned back around, her eyes narrowed into slits of the purest
dislike I’d ever seen. She bent down, picked the twenty up and slipped it into
the band of her G-string. The way she stared at me made it clear that instead
of a lap dance, I might just be able to get castrated.

 
    “Fine,”
she said, blowing air through her nose as she went over to the beat-up-looking
sound system next to the door and started playing a slow, bass-heavy
porn-groove.

 
    She
turned to face me, her eyes narrowed, a smoldering rage burning behind her eyes
as she started walking toward me. It was a slow, determined walk that gave me
the impression that she knew exactly what to do to me. I couldn’t decide if
that was an utterly frightening or arousing thought—that my baby stepsister
had just the thing in mind to turn her older brother on.

 
    “No
touching.”

 
    “What
are you doing?” I asked.

 
    “I
don’t do charity. I earn my way in life.”

 
    “Whatever,”
I muttered, leaning against the back of the couch as she pressed her knee just
short of my crotch I looked up into her eyes, her body barely an in away from
mine as she pushed herself up with her full weight on the couch. I watched as
her breasts came up in front of my face, her back arching before she leaned
back. The way she moved her body, working her core like she was come kind of
Arabian belly dancer.

 
    “When
the hell did you become a stripper? I bet Jim must have been super proud when
he heard that,” I said, trying my best not to focus on the way her hips moved
as she started to grind against my abs.

 
    “I
don’t give a fuck about what your dad
thinks,