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When my sister stole my man and invited me to their engagement like nothing was wrong, my parents all took her side. I decided to fight back by asking Jace to pretend to be mine. Jace Ryder, the dangerous Prez of the Iron Vipers MC, stood 6’8”, rich, and devastatingly handsome. “Just stand next to me at the party,” I told him. But the moment we arrived, he grabbed me and kissed me hard in front of everyone—deep, possessive, and intense. Our bodies pressed close, and something hot and hard brushed against my inner thigh. I froze. “Wait… what?!” His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “How about we stop pretending?” --- The shrill sound of my alarm dragged me out of sleep long before the sun had even decided to climb over the rooftop. I reached across the bed and slammed my hand down on top of it before it could start ringing again. I lay there for a few seconds while staring at the cracked ceiling above me. The apartment wasn’t much, but it was mine. It sat directly above Lawson Customs Bikes, and although the place was old enough to complain every time I walked across the timber floors, it had become home surprisingly quickly. The walls needed repainting, the kitchen was barely large enough for one person, and the furniture had all been second-hand when Uncle Will bought it years ago. But everything was clean and everything worked, and every corner reminded me of him. That was enough. I climbed out of bed and stretched for a second before I headed into the tiny bathroom. The hot shower helped wake me up properly, and after brushing my teeth, I pulled on my usual work clothes. My faded blue jeans that already had permanent grease stains around the knees and the old AC/DC shirt hanging in my wardrobe that had survived more engine rebuilds than I could count. Mechanics didn’t wear designer clothes. We wore evidence. The kitchen cupboards weren’t exactly overflowing either. But I stared inside for a moment before grabbing a load of bread. “Toast again,”
