Page 2 of Twice the Rivalry

“You can try,” she sneered, turning and heading back for her office space. “But we both know one shot to the balls and you go down hard.”

“She does like to do that,” Tiger laughed. Their Sergeant at Arms stood at six-one and was one of the shorter members, and still far too good looking in her opinion. He had a scruffy beard the color of straw that he had been working for a very long time to grow, with a few silver strands threaded in. His tawny brown eyes were normally easy going, but when you pissed him off, watch out, they went stormy quickly. The funny part to her was that he was a big tough man who hated needles with a passion. It was also why he only had one tattoo, and refused to get any more.

“Trust me, I know,” Vulture grumped. “And don’t think I didn’t hear you assholes yell ‘timber’ the last time.” Their second Enforcer, and tallest member at six-seven, the man definitely made some noise when he went down hard. He looked like a modern day viking with his long, thick, dark brown beard, whiskey brown eyes, and broad muscular body. But it was his hair that set him apart. He wore his hair shaved on the sides but full on top, and often kept it in a thick, intricate braid that fell halfway down his back. He was also teaching her how to help braid it for him. To top it all off, he had tons of ink all over his body and had small gauges in his ears. Those were newer, but suited him, so she didn’t give him too hard a time about it.

“I’ll yell it even louder next time then,” the final member of their team snickered. Copper was Japanese-American and the shortest member at five-eleven. He wasn’t quite Taz when it came to being easy-going, but he was definitely not as serious as the others. He had dark brown, almost black eyes, with long black hair that he wore to his shoulders, and while he was lean and wiry, he was just as strong as the rest of them. He definitely gave her a run for her money when they were working out and sparring. The man was also a whiz at sneaking into places.

She ignored their bickering back and forth as she left her door open and tossed the bra to the other side of the room. Then she parked herself in her chair and started clicking away on the keys. Time to acknowledge that he was there.

Glitch: If that’s the best you could come up with, I should be concerned.

Code: You know, most would say thank you for such a thoughtful gift.

Glitch: I had no idea you loved my boobs so much that you wanted to push them up so you can see them better when you try to hack my systems. Missed them so much that you had to get your fix again, huh? Does your President know he has such a creep working for him?

Code: Sorry, honey, but the last thing I want to see is your tits. I prefer blonde, busty, and quiet. All three things you aren’t. And I didn’t try to hack your system, I did hack your system. Looks like you have some holes of your own to plug up.

Glitch: Oh, you stupid man, you really are special, aren’t you? There are no holes in my system. I let you in. Because I wanted you to know what my reaction was to your little gift. Now that I know we’re taking the gloves off, I hope you’re ready for the war coming your way. And seeing as I’ve been part of actual wars in the past, you should know I play to win.

Code: Bullshit. You just hate to admit that you’re wrong. But that’s fine, soon enough we’ll see the truth. And I’ll happily rub your face in it every chance I get. Did you really expect me to sit back after that stunt you pulled? The fucking doll is now a permanent resident here and no matter how many times I try to get rid of it, someone brings it back. So, yeah, I’d say the gloves are off, sweetheart. You’re not the only one who plays to win.

Glitch: They all know it’s the only action you can get with your tiny dick.

Code: Maybe you’re the one who’s been hacking my system to see my dick. What’s the matter? Can’t find a man to give you any kind of attention? Put on my gift and you might just get a few second looks.

Glitch: I’d need a magnifying glass attached to your webcam to see your dick, but nice try. And don’t you worry about male attention, big guy. I can get any man I want, but you have to settle for used up club pussy. See you around, asshole.

Then she signed out, clicked a few buttons, and booted him out of her system completely. She grinned, knowing that would piss him off. But that was fine. She had plans to make.

She was serious when she said the gloves were coming off. Code was about to realize what happened when you messed with her. She was just glad that he was in another state, or this would likely be a hell of a lot messier.

CHAPTERTWO

CODE

One Week Later

“Package for you, Code!” someone yelled from the common room, pulling his attention from his screens. He was hard at work trying to find the holes in his system Glitch oh so happily pointed out. He scowled at the thought of the woman who seemed to get under his skin faster than anyone else. And that was saying something when you lived and worked with a bunch of bikers, and had older brothers. Still, the infuriating woman found faults, and he wasn’t about to let her continue to exploit them. So he was fixing them.

Which brought him back to the arrival of a package. He didn’t need to see it to know who it was from. No one ever sent him anything, and ever since this little battle with Glitch started, his brothers had taken great pleasure in the whole damn thing. Hell, they were probably rooting for her, the bastards, he thought irritably. Which is why he had half a mind not to bother, but he knew they would come in and drag him out. So he gritted his teeth, stood, and headed to the common room.

Sending that bra was a dick move, but then again, he had every right to be pissed after her stunt a couple weeks ago. Especially when they had another club visiting. That took the embarrassment to a whole new level. Still, there was a low level of guilt brewing in his gut that he could ignore… mostly. He wasn’t the kind of man to go after a woman’s appearance when they pissed him off, but there was something about Glitch that made him lose all sense.

He wasn’t sure if it was her personality, or the fact that she insulted him and his system the first time they met, but she rubbed him the wrong way. And when they had to briefly work together, it became even more clear they would never be able to get along. So they were waging this little battle, and that was fine with him. Eventually they would have to call a truce, or set some rules, but for now, he’d have to deal with whatever happened.

Starting with the box that was currently sitting on a table in the middle of the common room, surrounded by his brothers and their women. Namely his President, Savage, and his Old Lady Royal, Steel, his Old Lady Harlow, Razor, and his Old Lady Karissa. The very same Karissa who was a former teammate of Glitch, and from the wicked grin on her face, she was enjoying the shit out of this moment. He narrowed his eyes at her, but she held his gaze and her grin widen even further.

“I’m almost thinking she might take it easy on you this time,” Karissa speculated. With dark brown hair and eyes, cupid bow lips, and a smile that could stop you in your tracks, she didn’t look like a mercenary at first glance. But, when you saw the steel in her eyes, and the confidence she held, it was easy to realize how much of a badass this woman truly was. At least to him anyway. “Depending on what you did to make her send it in the first place,” she continued.

“Like you don’t know,” he snorted.

She lost her grin and arched a brow at him. “Actually, she wouldn’t tell me, which means it had to be something that she plans on getting back at you for without involving me. But now you have me curious. What did you do?”

He shrugged. “Nothing terrible,” he told her nonchalantly. He had a feeling, though, that if Glitch hadn’t told her, it was probably so Karissa didn’t kick his ass. The former mercenary was not one you messed with, he’d seen that first hand. Hell, between her and Glitch, they could probably make all their lives a living hell if they wanted. Something that he wasn’t going to allow to happen, if he could help it.

“Hmm,” was all that Karissa said, but he could see the calculating glint in her eyes. He had a feeling when she found out, he’d have to be on guard. He shot Razor a look, but the man just smirked at him.

Razor worked in the garage with Rogue and Jax, and the man fought hard to keep Karissa here. Hell, Code had never seen a man so determined to keep a woman in his life. He stood at over six feet, with dark eyes, thick, curly black hair, and a well kept beard, which meant he never had trouble getting female attention. Before Karissa, the man had women in his bed every night, but then he met her, and that stopped altogether. The two of them suited each other surprisingly well, and Code saw that his club brother was happy from the glint in his eyes and the way he watched Karissa where she was.

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