Page 23 of Twice the Rivalry

“I don’t give a shit that you’re a woman,” he told her in exasperation. “If I had been the one to break into your clubhouse and tell you your security was shit and then continue to try and poke holes in it and make it so that you doubt everything you do all the time, would you be spouting any of this? No, you’d be just as pissed.”

She was silent as she regarded him. Finally she gave a small, but curt, nod. “Fine, I’ll agree to that. Should we just concede that we won’t bring that up anymore and move on?”

He regarded her carefully, not sure if he should take her at her word. Finally, after not seeing any hints of deception, he nodded. “Fine.”

“Good. But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean I like you, and it doesn’t mean I forgive you for what you did to me and my team. You have a long way to go for that.”

“Fine by me. I don’t need you to forgive me, but I also want you to know that I wasn’t trying to get your team in shit. So, since we still need to cohabit for a while, we’re going to have to stay out of each other’s way.”

“Won’t be a problem,” Glitch replied, stepping back. “My team should be calling me shortly, and they’ll be my priority. Then I have to check on my cheesecake and break some fingers if anyone touched it.”

Unable to resist, he smirked and said, “Well, at least you made yourself somewhat useful today. Next time you’re in the kitchen, how about making me a sandwich?”

She gave him a withering glare and sat in her seat. Or, rather, his seat that he still hadn’t taken back. “Your caveman jokes aren’t funny, Code,” she sniffed.

“You were the one who said you had tits and a vagina,” he said with a careless shrug as he took his seat. “Well, a vagina anyway. Still not sure about the tits. Did you try that bra I sent you?”

“I think you’re obsessed with my tits,” she tossed back. “Did you picture what they would look like when you bought it for me? I bet you did. At least mine are real, not fake plastic. Don’t you get tired of sucking on a bag of saline and silicone? Or could the club whores not understand the instructions on how to use that magnifying glass and tweezers to find your cock?”

He would never admit that he indeed pictured her in that bra when he picked it. Hell, he was a red-blooded man, after all. “Between the two of us, the only one obsessed with anything is you with my cock,” he returned smugly. “You’ve mentioned it a few times now in less than twenty four hours. What, the view you got in my bedroom wasn’t enough? Trying to bait me into giving you another look?”

She scoffed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, caveman. Now, as entertaining as this whole back and forth is, I have work to get done, and then a cheesecake to finish. So you go on back to whatever you were doing and forget I’m here so you don’t bother me.”

“Hard to forget you’re here when you type so damn loud,” he told her offhandedly. “Guess with those tiny hands of yours, you have to press those big buttons extra hard.”

“Oh, now I know why you want me obsessed with your cock,” she said in a saccharine tone as she turned back to her screens. “You think it’ll look bigger with my tiny hands around it, huh? I’m afraid nothing much is going to help you in that department, but I’m sure I could find you an alternative if you’re not happy with the penis pump.” She turned and gave him a sassy wink. “I have connections.” Then she turned back to her screens before he could reply.

She was baiting him, and like the idiot he was, he jumped like a damn fish and caught it in one bite. Rolling his chair so that he was directly behind her, he leaned forward so he could murmur in her ear, “It’s okay, babe, I know how much you want to see my dick. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you check it out for yourself. Up close and personal. In the meantime, I have connections too. We could get you some big girl boobs, instead of those little training titties. Or maybe you like having small hands so that when you touch yourself, they look bigger.”

Her head whipped around before he could move back, and their faces were mere inches apart. Her blue eyes bored into his, and he could see that they had just the smallest hints of green in them. Also alive and well was her irritation. “I won’t ever be touching your dick. I don’t want to chance picking up any of the club whore’s STDs. As for my boobs, the closest you’ll ever get to seeing them is in your dreams. Now, leave me the hell alone and get out of my space, or we’re going to have more than a little problem.”

She turned away, but not before he saw a flash of something in her eyes that had him smirking as he forced himself to back away and turn back to his desk. He was getting under her skin. It only seemed right with how often she got under his.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

SLIP

“Do you know where she is?” Hazard asked as they sat around the cabin’s small living room, in front of a roaring fire. Personally, Slip didn’t see why they had started the damn thing since it wasn’t like they were at the north pole, but it had been Hazard’s idea, and he had learned a long time ago to never question the man unless you liked having broken bones. The man was their leader and ruled the team with an iron fist.

“The alert I got said New Mexico,” Slip answered. “It was up and gone before I could even really look at it, but when I went back and triangulated the signal, it was in the lower part of the state, close to the Texas border.”

“And it was only her, not the rest of the team?” Crisp asked, playing with his lighter. He was obsessed with fire, and a few times it had almost gotten them caught. Not that the bastard cared, Slip thought with mild annoyance. The man was growing increasingly deranged, which at times made him unpredictable. Still, he shared Slip’s hatred for his former friend’s team, so his volatility would be put to good use.

“Stands to reason that wherever she is, her team is,” Maggot said casually, arms crossed over his chest and looking bored. “So how about we stop talking and start driving.”

Slip fully agreed with that sentiment, past ready to finally get his revenge.

“And what are we going to do when we get there?” Hazard asked calmly. “Just shoot them and run off? No, they’ll know that this alert went out and they’ll be prepared for us. We need a plan, and then we need a back-up plan. I want those bastards dead, but I ain’t about to lose my life in the process.”

“I’ll just burn them out,” Crisp said with an evil smile, the flame from his lighter flickering and glowing in the darkened room.

“Could make the place go sky-high,” Spook, their final team member, said casually. “We line that place up with some explosives and we take them out with one shot.”

“And have every cop and federal agent within 10 miles converging on us,” Hazard said with a deep frown. “You’re an idiot, Spook. I thought you knew how to use your brain, guess I was wrong.”

Slip glanced at Spook and caught the anger that crossed his face. It was there and gone so quickly that Hazard probably missed it, but none of the rest of them had. It was no secret that there was a power struggle between the two, always had been, but Hazard was their leader for a reason, and Spook never had the balls to challenge him outright for it.

“I’ve already started narrowing down their location,” Slip interjected, turning the conversation around. “And I’ve found a few potentials. We need to go and check them out. But, Liza is mine. No one else gets the pleasure of killing her but me.”

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