Page 16 of Double the Dilemma

Not now. Not ever.

He pulled open the door. “Are you going to get out of there willingly or am I going to have to drag you out?” he asked her as calmly as he could.

“Whatever you did, you’re going to fix it. Right now,” she snarled at him, her eyes blazing.

“‘Fraid I can’t do that,” he said as he leaned against the car. His strength and the sensation in limbs were almost fully back. He didn’t know where she learned that, but he’d be on guard for it now.

“Razor,” she said again through gritted teeth.

“You only have two choices, Karissa. You either get out of that car of your own free will, or I’ll drag you out,” was his only reply.

“Did I not just hand you your ass a second ago?” she growled. “You really want me to keep doing that to you?”

“You can try,” he said with a cool smile. She stared at him for a moment. Then she crossed her arms. Looked like she was choosing the hard way. That was fine with him.

He reached in, grabbed her arms, and yanked her out. She didn’t make a sound, didn’t move, and he knew that wasn’t because she was trying to resist. She was just biding her time. So he was going to be ready.

He didn’t have to wait long. As soon as he had her clear of the car, she lashed out with her foot, barely missing his crotch and getting him in the thigh. He grunted, but he somehow managed to avoid her hands as well and get her turned around so that he just grabbed her around the middle, lifted her up, and started walking with her. She tried to struggle, but he managed to keep her from tripping him. He was going to have some bruises, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he lost some of the skin on his arms and hands before he got her inside.

“I swear to God, as soon as I get free I’m kicking your ass, biker or not,” she snarled as she struggled, and this time, he didn’t avoid her foot fast enough and she landed a hard kick to his inner thigh, making him stumble just enough that she was able to wrench away. Though he didn’t let her stay that way for long.

When she spun around, he was ready, catching her fist before it could connect with his jaw, and the other one before it landed in his gut. Fast as lightning, he twisted his arms, pulling them behind her back and twisting her back around. She let out a snarl of fury and cursed him as he half dragged, half carried her to the clubhouse where the rest of his brothers were waiting and watching the show. Most of them had grins on their faces, and a few whistled and catcalled, not that he paid any attention.

He didn’t dare, because as soon as she was free, the gloves were going to be off.

“Savage, be a fucking President and tell him to let me go and stop manhandling me!” Karissa raged.

Savage glanced at him and Razor allowed himself a moment to look at him, but the only thing he saw was approval and amusement. “Bikers don’t get involved in tiffs between brothers and their Old Ladies, Karissa. You know how it works,” he reminded her calmly.

Razor swore he saw steam come out of her ears. “I’m not his Old Lady!” she snarled. Then she stilled her struggles, and the only thing he thought to himself wasfuck. That was not a good sign.

Once in the clubhouse, he knew he wouldn’t be taking her up to his room. No, they were going to need more space. So instead, he headed for the door that led down to the basement. Except, before he could reach it, Karissa exploded into action.

Her nails dug into his hands, her leg kicked back and hit him in the shin with enough force to have him stumbling and yelping in pain, and with some kind of brute strength that he wasn’t expecting, he was dropping and then flying over her head and landing hard on his back on the floor. He groaned at the impact, and he lay there stunned for a second too long, and she was already heading for the door. “Stop her!” he barked.

Suddenly Karissa yanked out a gun from the back of her pants and pointed it at Savage, who was standing guard at the door. Any other time, he would find it hilarious, but first he needed to get his breath back, and his legs back under him.

“Move,” Karissa said, her voice so utterly calm that Razor felt a shiver of unease move down his spine as he quickly rolled to his stomach and then climbed to his feet. He winced at the pain in his leg, knowing it was going to bruise for sure.

Savage stared down at Karissa, unflinching. “You know, I’m getting real tired of the women around here pointing guns at me,” he returned in the same calm voice as Karissa. “And if you shoot me, you won’t make it out of here alive. Out of anyone, you know that.”

“You think that scares me?” Karissa asked, hand and gaze completely steady. “Out of everyone, the only one who will actually get out of here, will be me. You know nothing about me, and you don’t know what I can and can’t do, Savage. Do you really want to test me? The only thing holding me back right now is Royal and the kids.”

Razor let out a growl when he saw Snake pull his gun. “Put that fucking thing away,” he snapped at the other man, and Snake slowly complied. “Karissa, put the fucking gun away and we’ll talk this out.”

“You can shut the fuck up, Razor. You’re the reason I’m in this mess in the first place. You should have just let me go.”

“And I’ve told you, you’re not leaving to handle this on your own.” He very carefully walked forward. He didn’t want to startle her and have the gun go off. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ice approaching on silent feet, his eyes laser focused on the woman in front of him.

Suddenly, Karissa turned and pointed the gun at Ice, who froze in place. Razor stilled too, taking in the icy expression on her face. “I’ve been trained by some of the best, so I know exactly what you’re thinking you’re going to do,” she told Ice. “Back away.”

Okay, this was getting out of control and his patience was done. He looked over at Steel, who had also been making his way, and faster than he could blink, Steel grabbed Karissa’s wrist, wrenching the gun away with the other, and Razor was scooping her up and putting her over his shoulder. He moved quickly to the basement door and called over his shoulder, “Savage, going to need emergency Church, but give me an hour. If I’m not back by then, come down and make sure I’m still alive.”

“Will do,” Savage called back with amusement.

Karissa was still and silent over his shoulder as he slammed the door behind him and then headed down the steps. When they reached the gym, he walked in, slammed that door too, and then set the sleeping tiger over his shoulder on her feet.

He let out an oomph when she brought her leg up into his stomach, sending him back hard against the door, and following up with a knife to the base of his throat. He froze and stared down at her in surprise. Her dark eyes were full of fire, and her face was flushed with it. “Move,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

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