Page 33 of Double the Dilemma

“I think technically since Royal is Savage’s Old Lady, she’s supposed to invite them in,” Wren said helpfully.

“Oh, right, my bad,” Esme said with a grin and a wink at Royal.

Royal smirked and waddled forward a few steps, and Razor heard Savage growl low in his throat. Royal gave him a look and then turned her attention back to the men. “Come on in, gentlemen. Though, I don’t think I need to point out that if you try anything funny, there are more of us than you, and, we’re probably meaner than all of them,” she quipped, gesturing to herself and Harlow.

“Pregnant women are scarier than a bunch of bikers with guns any day,” Win agreed with a wicked grin.

Savage let out an aggravated sigh. “Next time, I’m locking everyone without a dick in the basement,” he vowed. He turned back to the other men. “We’ll go into Church. You leave your guns with your bikes. No exceptions.”

Razor looked at the men; they shared a look but nodded. He had a feeling that even if they left their guns behind, they were still packing some serious heat. There was something about them that told him they were dangerous, weapons or not, and it only made him wonder even more how the hell they knew Karissa. And why she hadn’t mentioned them before.

Savage turned, with Rogue and Ice flanking him. No one else moved until Karissa muttered something about bullheaded men and barked to the newcomers, “Move it, men.”

“Hard to believe I missed that voice,” one of the men drawled in a deep southern twang, and they all moved forward.

Razor narrowed his eyes at the man, jealousy burning in his gut. Was he a former lover of Karissa’s? Did she have feelings for him? Is that why she never mentioned any of them? His mind spun with so many questions, it was taking everything he had not to reach out, haul Karissa back into his arms, and drag her upstairs so he could get the answers. But he valued his balls, so he knew that wouldn’t be a smart idea.

Instead, he followed Karissa inside, keeping himself between her and the other men. Once inside, she stepped aside, turned and looked up at him with an arched brow and said, “Are you going to keep me out of your little meeting now? You know, keep the little women out of the loop?”

Instead of answering her, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her against him. He took her mouth in a hard kiss, needing that connection, and needing to remind her that she was his. Would always be his. She kissed him back, fingers curling into the waistband of his jeans.

“As much as I’m sure you’re enjoying yourselves, we have shit to discuss, so cut it out,” Fury growled at them as he stomped past, making them pull apart. “Karissa, your ass better be in that room or I’ll haul you in myself. After I spank my woman so hard she won’t be sitting comfortably for a week.” He continued on and Karissa chuckled.

Karissa looked up at Razor and said, “Let’s go and get this over with.”

“Don’t think we won’t be discussing this later, Karissa,” he told her firmly. “And we’re going to talk about any other secrets you’re keeping.” Before she could reply, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him, ignoring the knowing looks he was getting. The newcomers were glaring at him, but none moved to intervene; if they had, he wouldn’t have hesitated to start kicking some asses.

When they walked into Church, Savage was seated at the head of the table with Rogue, Fury, and Ice all flanking him. The newcomers were directed to seats at the end of the table, and the man Karissa had called Zeus took the seat opposite Savage at the end, telling Razor this was indeed their President. Two other members flanked him while the rest took their chairs, careful to keep their backs towards the walls and their fronts visible.

Razor took his seat and pulled Karissa into Fury’s vacant chair, refusing to let her go. She sent him a glare and he released her hand, but he was careful to keep himself close to her. He wanted to send a message to these men. Karissa was his, and they would not be getting to her without running through him first. If that pissed Karissa off, that was too damn bad. He wasn’t feeling all that generous.

The door closed with a slam and Steel stepped in front of it, face cold and arms crossed over his broad chest. The silence in the room was deafening until finally Savage said, “Before we get started, I’m going to say that I don’t fucking appreciate anyone coming onto my land, knocking out my Prospect, and threatening his life that way.” His voice was cutting. “You’re lucky I didn’t have my men just shoot you and be done with it.”

Karissa cursed low, but before she could say anything, Savage cut her a quelling look, and she smartly kept her mouth shut. Savage waspissed, and Razor knew better than to say anything to him right now. There was still the matter of respect that needed to be handled. This was another MC, and no matter who they were to Karissa, this was priority.

The other President looked at Savage, face expressionless. Seeing him now, Razor saw that his cut declared him as Simba, not Zeus, and he had a dark beard that was getting a bit scraggly, with ink covering his arms and a few of his knuckles. He looked to be six-two, with dark brown eyes and hair that he kept long on top while short on the sides. His entire demeanor was of someone who was used to being in charge. “Understood,” he finally said. “I won’t apologize, considering we thought Xena was being held here against her will.” He looked at Karissa with an arched brow, and Razor narrowed his eyes at him warningly. Simba’s eyes flashed with amusement before he looked back at Savage. “I’d like to think you would be the same if one of your women was allegedly being held hostage.”

Razor looked Savage. Everyone knew that Savage would have shot first and asked questions later. Savage finally nodded at the other man. “I’ll give you that. So we’ll put this aside.” He glanced at Karissa briefly. “I’d ask if you were here to take my current pain in the ass off my hands, but since her man would probably kick my ass, I’ll just ask why you’re here.”

Razor rolled his eyes, while Karissa glared at him. “You haven’t seen pain in the ass yet, big man,” Karissa informed him icily.

“I thought women weren’t supposed to be in Church,” Jax said with a smirk her way. “So really, should you be talking?”

Razor grabbed Karissa and held her in her seat when she went to jump to her feet. “Brother, are you looking to die today?” Razor sighed at him. “Baby, settle and you can kick his ass later.”

Karissa simmered, though he knew it was reluctantly. Instead, she turned and said to Savage, “How about I tell you and then we can get on with our day?”

“Smartest thing you’ve said so far,” Savage returned, and Razor glared at him as Karissa’s body went tight with rage.

A chuckle broke out from the end of the table, making them all turn. One of the men was slowly grinning. It was the same man that made the comment about missing her voice, setting Razor on edge. He was as tall as Simba, but instead of dark hair, he had dirty blonde hair that he wore long and flipped to one side while the underside was shaved. He was covered in ink all the way down his arms and on his hands, and sported a thick dark blonde beard that framed his grinning mouth, and straight white teeth. His eyes were a brownish-green color, and they sparkled with humor. His cut called him Taz and apparently he was their Road Captain.

He was far too pretty for Razor’s liking, and he didn’t like the way he was looking at Karissa.

“You all have no idea who she is, do you?” he remarked. “Damn, Xena, you really have been living a new life, huh? Had no idea you were heading for the kept woman routine.”

Karissa let out a hiss. “Fuck you, Poseidon.”

“It’s Taz now, and you tried that, remember? Told you I wouldn’t bed crazy, and probably a good thing too, with how things are going.”

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