Page 45 of Twice the Rivalry

Glitch rounded on her, eyes narrowed, and pointed at her. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re enjoying my suffering,” she snapped, stalking back toward the group of women gathered around the larger table. It was mid-afternoon, but still, she was surprised to find that Scarlett and Esme were both here since they normally were working at this time of day. Then again, nothing in this club ever seemed to function in a normal way, so what did she know?

“Of course I am,” Karissa scoffed. “I’ve never seen you this worked up over anything. I’m starting to think that I never want you to go back to your own club. I’d miss all this endless entertainment.”

“I’m about ready to demand to go home,” Glitch told her as she slumped into the only empty seat. “Suppose if I put a gun to Savage’s head again he might reconsider?” she wondered aloud. It was crazy, but desperate times called for desperate measures and all that.

Royal snickered. “He’d probably lock you in your room if you tried,” she said.

“I’m fine with that,” Glitch said. “Maybe then I wouldn’t have to deal with a caveman asshole that takes great pleasure in pissing me the hell off.”

“And you have yet to tell us what he’s done for that to be okay with you,” Karissa added pointedly. “So spill it.”

“He touched my shit,” Glitch hissed. “No, let me be more precise. While I was in the shower, he hurried down, unplugged all my stuff, and hid it away somewhere. And considering that I saw more than a few laughing faces around here, I know he had help. No one, and I mean no one, touches my shit. I had to come out here and cool off because otherwise I’d have probably snapped his neck.”

“That would have left you without your stuff still,” Scarlett pointed out, but Glitch saw the grin she was trying to hide.

“ I would have just taken over his shit,” Glitch sniffed. “Though, it needs a major upgrade so it’d be much more cost effective to buy all new stuff.” She ran a hand through her hair, uncaring that it was now all messed up after she just styled it. “Seriously, I’m going to kill him. He’s still refusing to assemble the new desk and chair that I brought in. And he won’t move his lazy ass so I can do it myself.”

“Razor and I can help,” Karissa offered. “We’ll make sure he’s not around when we do.”

“Your man already told me that he won’t help me,” Glitch gritted out. “Tried to get him to convince Code to move so I could, and he said no one will fuck with Code’s shit. Oh, but it’s fine for them to fuck with mine. You know, I might just punch the next biker I see in the face on principle.”

“Oh now, babe, you don’t want to ruin this perfect face,” Jax joked behind her. Glitch looked at him over her shoulder with cool eyes. He faltered slightly. “But then again, I’ve never been one to tempt fate,” he added charmingly, stopping out of punching reach.

“Do you know where my stuff is?” she demanded.

“Babe, you know I don’t involve myself in other people’s domestics,” Jax told her, but his eyes were sparkling with mirth, and that was all the confirmation she needed. “But I’m sure if you ask Code nicely, he’ll tell you.”

“The only way I’m going to ask him is with a knife to his throat,” she threatened, pushing to her feet.

“To be fair, you did share that video of him dancing on that stripper pole to the entire club last night,” Esme laughed. “And he was pissed.”

Glitch grinned wickedly. “It helps to know people in the right places,” she said casually. She had sent out a general call to some of the other local clubs the Dragons were affiliated with, and she had gotten plenty of responses, all too happy to help her out. But the best one had come from another club a few towns away, with video of Code on his initiation night after earning his full patch. He had tied on more than a few, and the man was one wild drunk when he wanted to be. She had to admit that it was pretty damn impressive what he could do on that pole. Of course, she couldn’t keep that knowledge to herself, and had projected it on the large screen TV when the majority of the club was around to witness it. “But that was only in retaliation to him messing with my dinner.” Code had decided it would be funny to sprinkle ground ghost peppers in her meal last night, which of course had just about killed her with the heat.

“And before he did that, you changed all the keys around on his keyboard, and hid his mouse in the damn fridge with the cheese,” Harlow added with a snicker. “I thought that was clever.”

“And before that he was just getting back at you for the little gift you left him on his computer when we were in Church the other night,” Karissa snickered.

“Was that when he pinned your old yearbook photo on every door in the clubhouse?” Royal asked, eyes bright with laughter. “I will say, he could have picked a much worse one. You were a cute kid.”

“He picked the one where I was missing both front teeth and my mother had insisted on making me look like Laura Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie,” Glitch growled, turning and stepping away from the table. “He knew exactly what he was doing, because all my other pictures were much more flattering. I learned my lesson after that year. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and beat some answers out of one caveman biker. If you hear any screaming, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to leave him breathing,” she added with a lethal smile over her shoulder.

“Should we follow her?” Esme asked the other women.

“I want to, just to see what she does,” Karissa replied. “But probably best not to have too many witnesses. Plausible deniability and all that.”

Glitch smirked to herself. Karissa wasn’t wrong. After all, she had only just come out here to cool off so she didn’t kill him. Now that she had some liquor and a somewhat clearer head, all bets were off. Only, when she reached Code’s office, Savage, Fury, and Rogue all stood there behind Code, their backs to her, murmuring about something. Since they were all so damn tall, she couldn’t make out Code’s screens either to see what they were talking about. But considering that the only thing they were working on was finding Slip and his team, it wasn’t hard for her to figure it out.

Anger burned in her belly. Of course they were talking without her present. Oh no, they wouldn’t want to talk to a woman, the one who was leading this whole damn search. The one with the answers. Just because she had a vagina, she obviously wouldn’t know what she was talking about, she thought sarcastically as she stepped into the room and slammed the door behind her, making all four men turn to stare at her in surprise. She leveled them all with a hard, cold glare. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said frostily, “I guess I didn’t get the memo that we were meeting.”

Savage arched a brow, while Rogue and Fury gave her blank stares. She didn’t even bother glancing at Code, but she could feel him staring at her. “Problem?” Savage asked her casually.

“Well now, let’s see,” she said, stepping further into the room. “Should I have a problem with you four having a meeting that doesn’t include me? About a problem that involves me? And that’s after you all helped this asshole hide my shit so I can’t assist with anything. All because you don’t like that you would have to talk to a woman. So yeah, I’d say I have a problem.”

“We weren’t,” Fury began, but Glitch stopped him with a slash of her hand.

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Do not even think of lying to me. Were you in here discussing the Ghost team?” They didn’t reply, but she saw it written all over their faces. “Did you come in here after you saw me leave?” Again, nothing, but still, no change in their expressions. “So don’t you lie to me about any of this shit. You might not like it, but I am a part of the Predators MC. I’m not a sidekick, I’m a full fledged member, and you better be treating me as such or we are going to have an even bigger problem than we do.” She whipped her gaze to Code, who was watching her without an ounce of remorse on his face. “And you, you better give me back my stuff, or I’m going to have no choice but to kick your ass until you do,” she threatened. “I won’t be kind or gentle, and I also won’t promise that you will come back in one piece.”

“Pretty sure you would have to reach me first,” Code taunted. She itched to grab her knife from her back pocket sheath and chuck it at him. Not to kill him, but to make the point that she didn’t need to reach him to hurt him. But then it would be a whole thing, and she didn’t need the headache.

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