Page 16 of Twice the Rivalry

Glitch snickered. “I think that’s what has your club quaking in their boots. I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”

“Probably a bit of both,” Karissa joked. “Though, with all the new babies coming, a lot of the men are distracted, especially Savage. He walks around like he’s ready to scoop Royal up at any moment and whisk her to the hospital. He has plans A through Z ready for any kind of issue or complication.”

Glitch rolled her eyes. “Which would explain why he’s a bit cranky with my arrival today.”

Karissa laughed. “He’s normally cranky, but I think he’s more upset with Code and this whole situation in the first place. He might be an ass, but he would never have allowed Code to compromise you. And speaking of Code…” She trailed off and looked at Glitch expectantly.

Glitch gave her an evil smile. “Considering that less than half an hour ago, I was in his lap with a knife to his throat telling him exactly what I thought about this situation, I’m sure he’s clear on how the next little while is going to go. I’m going to be watching him up close and personal, and if he thought he didn’t like me before, he ain’t seen nothing yet if he thinks he can push me around.”

Karissa grinned. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, Pipsqueak,” she replied happily, using the annoying nickname she had given Glitch not long after they first met. “Though, technically, since my man and him are brothers, I probably should be cautioning you and all that fucked up bullshit, but we both know I won’t mean it. These boys need to learn that women are no longer fragile flowers from the fifties that need a big strong man to protect us.”

“I’d like to see any of them try and shove us into a kitchen and demand we make them a sandwich,” Glitch sneered.

“Razor knows better,” Karissa said with a smirk.

“Speaking of the pretty boy biker, how are things going?”

Karissa’s eyes brightened at the mention of Razor, and that was all Glitch needed to know, but she listened as Karissa explained how well they were getting along. And about how Razor was supposed to be talking to Savage about building a house on the grounds. It was clear that Karissa was happy, and that was all she wanted for her. Karissa was a tough bitch, but deep down, she needed a man like Razor to give her the things she missed out on when she was a kid. Love, stability, and the knowledge that they were going to come home to each other every day.

Karissa would always be a member of their team, but for the most part she was living her own life, and Glitch was happy for her. It wasn’t something she wanted for herself, but that didn’t mean she would ever begrudge her friend for it.

“So, yeah, things are good,” Karissa finished with a smile, pulling Glitch out of her musings. “Though, I think he’s a bit nervous that you’re here.”

“Worried I’m going to try and steal you away?” Glitch asked.

Karissa shook her head. “More like what kind of trouble we’ll get into while you’re here,” she said with a grin. “And that we’ll drag the other women into it along with us.”

Glitch chuckled. “Most of them are pregnant or new mothers, so I doubt we’ll be getting up to anything too wild.”

“Good,” Savage’s voice rumbled, making them both turn to find him and Razor standing in the doorway. Savage’s face was set in a stern expression, while Razor was grinning from ear to ear.

Glitch grinned slowly. “But I never said anything about the twins,” she added as she held his gaze.

Savage narrowed his eyes at her. “Maybe we should review the rules for your stay,” he suggested darkly.

Glitch waved that away. “I already know what kind of rules you’re about to lay on me, Mr. President, so let’s not waste time. Instead, how about we focus on the fact that right now I’m too tired to do anything other than eat, shower, and go to bed. You can give me all the rules you want tomorrow,” she finished sweetly.

Savage huffed out a breath, turned on his heel, and stalked away, leaving Razor to step forward and pull Karissa into his arms for a quick kiss before turning to look at her. “Why do I get the feeling you’re going to keep us all on our toes while you’re here?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Because you seem like a smart one, pretty boy,” Glitch replied with a grin. “I was a little afraid that with all the sex that you two have, that she’d fucked those smarts right out of you, but good thing that’s not the case.”

Razor gave her a bland look, and Karissa rolled her eyes. “Alright, you two, play nice,” she admonished. “Now, let’s go inside and see what we can rustle up because I’m starving too, and then I need to head to the bar for my shift.” She led them inside, and Glitch followed her back into the kitchen.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen was state of the art, with industrial size appliances—including double gas stoves—a large island in the middle, and a huge walk-in pantry that looked to be well stocked. The only other people in there were a couple of scantily clad women that Glitch could only assume were club whores. They looked vaguely familiar, and they both regarded her and Karissa with contempt, until they saw Razor behind them and their expressions quickly changed to sly and coy. The women were nearly mirror images of each other, with long, bleached blonde hair, heavy make-up, and bodies that were far too skinny to be healthy but somehow still able to hold up their giant man-made boobs.

Glitch rolled her eyes. God, she really didn’t have the mental fortitude to deal with catty bitches right now. Before either woman could say anything, she drawled, “DB-One, and DB-Two, how about you think before you let anything fly out of your mouths that could get yourselves in trouble with my girl here. Because if you piss her off, it won’t be just her you have to worry about, but me too. And I really don’t have the patience to deal with wiping your skinny asses all over the floor. You might break a few bones, or pop those giant balloons on your chests, and it would just be a big mess.”

Both women stared at her in shock before they quickly recovered and sneered at her. “At least we have boobs instead of tiny mosquito bites,” one of them jeered.

Glitch snorted. “Why is it that everyone goes for the small boobs as an insult?” she asked Karissa drily. “I mean, it’s just getting old at this point.” Then she turned and looked at Razor. “Have some of you boys fucked their heads into the walls a few too many times? Made it so they can’t come up with an original insult? Pillows are great protection, but everyone knows whores don’t get taken to bed.”

“Fuck you, bitch,” one of them cried.

“Call her a bitch again and we’re going to have a problem,” Karissa warned darkly, eyes hard and glittering as she took both women in. “And seeing as neither of you are supposed to be here right now, I think we both know that you’re already playing with fire.” She looked at Razor, who was watching the exchange with amusement. “Planning on jumping in here at any point, since apparently they only follow your orders because you have a dick?”

“You were doing fine on your own. Far be it from me to try and butt in,” he smirked, but when he looked over at the two women, his expression frosted over. “But she is right, and you both know the rules. No club whores out of your rooms or on the grounds until after nine o’clock. Especially if you’re dressed like you are now.”

“Savage said it was okay for us to come into the kitchen and get something to eat,” one of them whined. She seemed to be the talker of the two, because the other one hadn’t said much, content to take it all in.

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