Page 15 of Twice the Rivalry

“Alright, let’s get a few things straight,” Glitch said briskly, slamming the door closed behind her. He glanced at it, but didn’t comment. Instead, he turned his chair to fully face her, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited. She put her hands on her hips and pinned him with a hard glare. “You don’t like me, and I don’t like you. Neither of us are happy about the fact that we are now stuck together, but since that’s your fault, you’ll have to suffer with that knowledge. Here’s how this is going to go. You are not going to try and fuck with my system while I’m here. I have enough to worry about without adding your pathetic dick swinging contest to the mix. Because we both know I have the bigger dick, and I will win. Which also means I won’t go after your system, either. For now, you’re useful to me, and battling with you isn’t on my list of priorities. You will stay out of any business I have with my team, because that shit has nothing to do with you or your club. My club business is just that -myclub business. If you choose to disrespect that or try to interfere, I will shut you down so hard your head will spin, and then I’ll make you pay in a way that will have you screaming for your Mama so loud she’ll hear you from the other side of the country. Got it?”

He gave her a derisive look. “You seem to think that you’re going to be running this show. Guess what, sweetheart, you’re not. Sure, I fucked up, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be your little whipping boy while you’re here. You don’t touch my shit and I won’t touch yours, but if you step one toe out of line, I’ll makeyoupay, and while I won’t have you screaming for your Mama, I have other ways of making sure you get the point.”

Her blue eyes flashed as she stepped forward until she was only a few short inches away from him. “I don’t think you heard me,” she said in an icy tone. “So let me remind you. Because of your over-inflated ego, you put me in danger. You put my team in danger. You put the safety of our clients, past and present, in jeopardy with your stupid stunt. All because you were pissed at me for shutting you down. Because you can’t handle that someone without a dick can do the same things you can, but better. So no, you’re not going to tell me shit while I’m here.” Then she moved, and before he could react, she was in his lap with a knife to his throat, making him freeze.

Where the hell had that come from?

He stared at her calmly, even though he was silently cursing himself for letting her get the drop on him. Goddamn it. Her face was inches from his, and he could smell the soft scent of whatever lotion or soap she was using, as well as feel the way her smaller body pressed against him. For someone so small, she sure could pack a punch, he thought to himself warily. The sharp bite of the knife to his throat was enough to prove her point, but she didn’t break skin.Yet. Tension crackled between them, along with something else that he didn’t want to think about or look at too closely. Why was it that all the women around here loved to use weapons to get their points across?

“Do not forget who and what I am, Code,” she said in a low voice. “Do not think that because you are bigger than me, or because you believe your club will come to your rescue, that I will not hesitate to remind you. You fucked with my team, and while I’m pissed you outed my name and location, I care more about the people that I call family than my own personal feelings. So you had better get used to me being here, and to the idea that while I am, you’ll be learning a very important lesson on what it means to be second best.”

Before he could reply, the door opened behind them, and when he glanced over her shoulder he found Savage, Simba, and Taz. Well that was just great, he thought. With the angle they were at, they wouldn’t see her knife; it would look more like she was in his lap and about to kiss him. Simba and Taz exchanged a quick glance, while Savage scowled, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Please tell me that you weren’t about to get frisky, babe,” Taz whined. “What did I say about that shit? I’m going to start calling you Black Widow.”

“I’d sooner sleep with you than him,” Glitch replied, not moving an inch.

“Why does that sound like an insult? You all know I have the best dick,” Taz boasted.

“Glitch, put the knife away,” Simba ordered.

“Code and I were just setting some boundaries,” Glitch said sweetly, slowly lowering the knife and turning, tucking it into a small sheath at the back of her shorts before she pushed off his lap and stepped back.

“Is that what you call putting a knife to my brother’s throat?” Savage asked darkly. “You know, one could consider that a threat.”

“There is no considering,” Glitch replied with an uncaring look up at Savage. “It was that or a gun to his head, but I figured after our last run in, I’d save the firearms for a more appropriate time.”

Savage glared at her, but didn’t reply. Simba shook his head and cautioned her, “Don’t piss them off, Glitch. They’re doing us a favor, so you need to play nice… somewhat.” He slid his gaze to Code, who held his stare, before he turned it back to Glitch. “With some exceptions. Now, we need to head out, so come say goodbye and give us the shit you need us to take.”

Glitch nodded and turned to follow him and Taz out without any further argument. She didn’t even glance back at Code, leaving him and Savage in the room to watch them go.

“It’s going to be a long fucking few weeks, or however long she’s here,” Savage huffed.

“On that we agree,” Code grumbled.

“You two going to be alright, or am I going to find the two of you with guns or knives pointed at each other all the time?” he asked warily.

Code shrugged. “Who knows? She’s pissed at me, and I imagine that will continue for a few more days. We’ll just have to learn to stay out of each other’s way as much as possible.”

Savage nodded. “Alright. But if it gets to be a major problem, let me know. Ally or not, I’m still President and my word goes around here. I don’t give a shit who she is.”

Code chuckled wryly. “Big words, but will you say them in front of her or the other women?”

Savage didn’t reply, and instead turned and walked out. Code shook his head and turned back to his computer. Savage was right, it was going to be a long few weeks or however long she stayed, but he could survive it, he could survive anything.

He just had to figure out how to keep her from getting under his skin, and right now, it wasn’t looking promising.

CHAPTERNINE

GLITCH

As her team drove away, she bit back a sigh at the thought of them leaving her. Sure, she knew it was for the best, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. And being this close to Code, she wasn’t sure if she would rather kill him or torture him endlessly. Or maybe start with one and finish with the other. Either way, it was going to be a long however many days until her team returned and she could go back to her clubhouse.

Back to where she was treated like an equal and not like a helpless set of tits and ass that couldn’t survive without a big strong man around to swoop in, save the day, and pat her on the head when it was all over.

Okay, so maybe Savage was right to keep the guns away from her, she thought sourly as she stared down the driveway and listened to the fading rumble of their bikes as they headed down the road. With the mood she was in, she was liable to shoot someone, and that probably wasn’t the best way to start off her visit here. And she was using the term ‘visit’ loosely.

“At least we have each other,” Karissa drawled as she leaned against the opposite post, crossing her arms over her chest.

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