Page 8 of Twice the Rivalry

She frowned, but didn’t argue. In a way, it made sense, but the idea of being near the one man that was the cause of all this, well, it made her feel kind of unhinged, and that was never good. “And if they don’t want to have me stay there?” she countered.

Simba gave her a smile that told her he had no doubt they wouldn’t agree. No one endangered his team and didn’t pay for it. “I don’t think that will be a problem,” he finally drawled. “And if you happen to get a few more digs in while you’re there, or remind him why he shouldn’t have fucked with you in the first place, you won’t hear any complaints from me.”

Which was carte blanche for her to make Code see the error of his ways, she thought with a wicked grin of her own. Oh yes, she could definitely do that.

“I say we make sure she has a few guns with her,” Taz decreed, laughter in his voice. “Just to make sure none of those boys forget how deadly she is.”

“I bet they search her before she even steps foot in their clubhouse,” Warg smirked. “Savage won’t want a repeat of last time.”

On that, she had to agree. Savage would have a shit fit if she pulled a gun on him again. Though, if she was honest, it kind of made her want to do it again just to remind him she was no damsel. “I say we stop talking and call them. As much as I hate the idea of going there, I’m thinking that some time spent with Xena to make sure she’s not going soft is just the ticket. And it’s always helpful to know what your enemy is up to,” she added, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

They all laughed, then headed into Church. She took a seat at the computer and next to Simba, who sat at the head of the table. Once everyone was seated, she turned on the outside cameras and all their security systems to make sure no one came in unannounced. Now that there was the potential of a threat, she couldn’t be too careful.

“Call Xena first, and then we can have her tell her man and his President what’s up,” Simba instructed. Glitch nodded and ensured the call was encrypted, and that their IP was always moving. She wasn’t taking any chances. Once the call went through, they waited until Xena answered, sounding slightly out of breath.

“If this has anything to do with why Code is stomping around like a bear with a thorn in its paw, I’m happy to put him out of his misery,” Karissa announced drily. “The man has been bitching and complaining nonstop.”

“We’ve got a problem, and he won’t be complaining much longer if he knows what’s good for him,” Simba told her grimly.

“Shit,” Karissa hissed, and they heard her moving around, then a door slam shut. “What did he do?”

“You alone?” Simba asked her.

“For now. Razor saw me on the phone and watched me come up here, so we’ve got about a minute before he comes up to check on me.”

“Glitch, you explain,” Simba ordered.

Glitch huffed and told her the situation. Karissa was silent until she finished. Then, she hissed, “I’m going to kill him myself. What the fuck is his problem?”

“No bloodshed until I get there,” Glitch warned her. “He’s mine to bloody.”

“But I could do it so much faster and cleaner,” Karissa whined, just in time to hear the door open in the background. “You’d make it all bloody and messy.”

“Yes, but he would suffer more if we make it bloody and messy,” Glitch pointed out cheerily. “Your problem is that sexy biker of yours would try to stop you out of loyalty to his brother.”

“Not if I tie him up first,” Karissa replied easily.

“Only one who is getting tied up is you, Rissa,” Razor’s voice said loudly over the line. “And you’re not killing anyone. Though, based on who you’re talking to, I’d say it’s probably Code.”

“Put your man on, Xena,” Simba ordered.

“You’re on speaker,” Karissa told him. “And you’re not getting rid of me, so if you think you’re going to have some manly kind of talk without the little woman, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“I doubt you could reach that high with how soft you’re getting,” Simba tossed back, no heat in his tone.

Karissa cursed him, while Razor laughed. “Don’t worry, baby,” he soothed, “you’re only soft in all the right places.”

“Before you two go getting all kinky and shit, can we get back to the reason for our call?” Glitch interrupted drily. “We all know you’re obsessed with her pussy, pretty boy. Got a nice view of that the last time I walked in on you.”

“Don’t remind me,” Razor muttered. “I’m installing bolts on the doors from now on.”

“As if that would keep me out,” Glitch scoffed. “Now, we have a problem; you and Xena need to arrange a meeting with your club. You have five minutes and then I’m calling. And you better tell your brother to make sure he answers the fucking call or I’ll be coming down there and we’ll be having it out, and only one of us will be leaving. Got it?” Her voice was rock hard by the time she finished.

“Why?” Razor asked simply.

“Your boy got his balls in a twist and compromised Glitch, and our team by extension, by putting her legal name, picture, and location on a dating website,” Simba gritted out, his tone deadly and menacing. “So you tell your President that unless he wants a major problem on his hands, he and your club will be ready for our call in 5 minutes. Oh, and you best make sure that Xena is in on that meeting, or we’re going to have an even bigger problem, because this involves her.” With a nod at Glitch, he indicated for her to hang up. Glitch did, and then sat back.

“I bet we get a call in less than five minutes,” Tiger predicted.

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