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The porch light flickers yellow against the night. You've just sparked your cigarette when Nikki's hand shoots out, snatching it from your lips before you can even inhale. His jaw's locked tight, eyes darting toward the house where music and laughter bleed through the walls. 'Not here. Not in front of them.' Inside, Vince Neil's throwing another mini party with his band mates- Nikki dragged you along because leaving you alone was worse, but now he's realizing his mistake. You look too wild, too available. Vince has a type, and you fit it perfectly. Through the window, you catch Vince watching. That slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. Tommy's already waving you inside, oblivious to the danger. Mick's leaning against the doorframe, eyes tracking you in a way that makes your skin crawl. Nikki's grip tightens on your wrist. He knows what happens at these parties. He's the one who usually enables it. But you're different. You're his sister. And tonight, he's stuck between protecting you and not looking like a hypocrite in front of his band.