Page 17 of Twice the Rivalry

“Then get something and get the hell out, Loni,” Karissa snapped.

Ah, so DB-One had a name, and now that she’d heard it, Glitch remembered she was the one who had tried to stop her and Karissa from going into the Church the last time she was here. And if she wasn’t mistaken, she had already taken her down once by tossing her across the room. She didn’t necessarily need a repeat, but she had no problem making sure this bitch knew her place.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, you fat cow,” Loni sneered.

Razor’s entire expression changed from icy indifference to fiery rage in a blink of an eye, and Glitch nodded in approval when he snarled, “Don’t you dare insult my Old Lady, Loni. You can get the fuck out for the night. And if I hear you disrespect her again, I’ll make sure you’re out permanently. Got it?”

Obviously realizing her mistake, Loni tried to backtrack. “I’m sorry, Razor, I’m just so hungry,” she whined.

“You heard him,” Glitch interrupted. “Get out, or I’ll forcibly remove you, since I know the men in this club won’t lay hands on you in anger. They might be cavemen, but they have standards. Though, I suppose those standards are questionable since they choose to fuck you and your used up pussy, but that’s far too much to get into right now.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Loni demanded, eyes blazing with anger.

Glitch gave her a cold smile. “What? You don’t remember me? I’m the one who fucked you up the last time I was here. I’m hangry, and if you make me wait any longer, I will fuck you up even more than last time.”

“I won’t tell you again, Loni,” Razor snapped. He looked at the other woman. “Britney, get her out of here.”

“Let’s go, Loni,” Britney said. “I have plans with Ink tonight, and I’m not letting you fuck that up for me.” Loni looked like she wanted to argue, but instead she gave Karissa and Glitch furious glares and stalked out the back door, letting it slam behind her.

“Well, that was fun,” Glitch said cheerily. “But I don’t think I’m making any friends here today.”

“There are one or two club whores that are fine,” Karissa said easily as she moved toward the fridge. “But the majority of them need to be reminded of their place. The only ones safe right now are the twins and Scarlett, but that’s more because they’re scared of Rogue than actually being decent people. There’s stuff for stir fry in here. That work for you?”

“Works fine for me, but you don’t have to cook. I can do that,” Glitch offered.

Karissa waved that around. “You hate cooking.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it,” Glitch huffed.

“You can make something tomorrow. Or, even better, you can make that cheesecake you’re so good at,” Karissa suggested as she pulled ingredients from the industrial sized fridge and set them on the island.

It had been awhile she made cheesecake, but Glitch nodded. “Alright. So how does the food situation work? Does everyone just fend for themselves?”

“Lately, yeah,” Karissa nodded before she shut the fridge door, moved around to the stove, and pulled out some pans from the cabinet beside it. “Most of us don’t live here, but I think the club whores were taking turns cooking for everyone at one point.”

“Nari and Cindi were doing the majority of it,” Razor filled in, moving to help Karissa, the two of them working together in perfect rhythm. “Those two are fantastic cooks, but I know Nari has been trying to take classes at the local college, so some nights she’s not here, and Cindi only comes on the weekends.”

“So the nights they’re not here, everyone fends for themselves,” Glitch summarized.

Razor nodded. “But I don’t think anyone would object if you wanted to take a turn,” he added with a coy smile.

Glitch arched a brow at him. “You think because I’m a woman, I should be in the kitchen slaving away?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I have no problem with that,” Code said from behind her, making her stiffen and turn to glare at him. “Especially if it keeps you out of my hair.” He walked into the kitchen, his dark blonde hair all mussed like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Maybe this is where you’ll actually be useful. Put those hands of yours to better use.”

“The best use they have is wrapping around your neck and squeezing,” Glitch replied menacingly, “but since that’s not an option right now, I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to me being around. Because I’m not spending my days in here just because you can’t handle being near me.”

“Brother,” Razor said warningly. “Don’t dig yourself into a deeper hole than you already are.”

Code ignored him and focused on Glitch. The two of them faced off from opposite sides of the island, neither of them glancing at the other two people in the room. “You seem to be thinking a lot about getting your hands on my body,” Code mocked. “Maybe because you can’t stop thinking about being close to me.”

Glitch gave a short burst of laughter. Then she gave him a mocking smile of her own. “The only reason I want to be in the same room as you is because I know if I’m not, you’re going to screw something else up, and I’ll have to fix your mistake. Maybe while I’m here I can give you a few lessons, huh? Really get you polished up in case a real threat comes your way. Can’t leave a fellow hacker hanging, after all. Especially one who thinks more with his ego than his brain.”

Razor and Karissa were both silent behind her, but she could feel them watching. Code’s face flushed with his anger, and his jaw hardened before he abruptly turned and stormed out of the room. Glitch turned back to Razor and Karissa. Razor looked uncertain on what he should do, while Karissa was grinning approvingly. “I think I’m going to enjoy this,” Karissa announced as she mixed her ingredients in the pan.

Razor muttered, “That’s what we’re all afraid of,” before moving to grab some plates.

Glitch glanced back at the door and wondered if she should lighten up on Code a little bit. They did have to work together day in and day out, after all. Then she remembered what he did to her and her team, and those feelings vanished as quickly as they appeared.

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