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Esme hugged her tighter. “You’re forgiven, but if you try that again, remember what I said.”

Karissa laughed and pulled away. “Now I need to find Razor and sort our shit out. Looks like I have a lot of apologizing to do today.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to go looking for him,” Esme said, nodding her head towards Karissa.

Karissa turned and saw Razor leaning against the railing down near the clubhouse door, his expression unreadable. Karissa headed for him, bracing herself for what she was sure was going to be another fight.

Instead, when she reached him, he said, “I’m sorry.”

She stared at him for a moment, unsure. “Ah, okay, thank you,” she said awkwardly. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to make anyone feel like I didn’t trust them or that I was trying to keep them at arm’s length.” She made a frustrated sound in her throat as soon as the words flew out of her mouth. “No, that’s not right,” she sighed. “I knew what I was doing, because I’ve been doing it my whole life. I always keep people just far enough away from me to keep from getting too attached and too comfortable. So I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. I already said I was shitty at relationships, so—”

Razor stopped her rant by hauling her against him and fusing his mouth to hers. Her mind went blank and she only cared about how his lips felt on hers. She gave a soft moan, her arms twining around his neck, and her tongue dueled with his. When he finally pulled away, he brought his hand up from her back to the nape of her neck, holding her in place so that he could look down at her. Her stomach clenched with desire. Why was that so hot? Then her heart clenched when he said, “I realized something. I’ve been doing an awful lot of telling you that I want you here with me, and telling you to give me a chance, but I haven’t shown you why you should. Making you stay here when you’re not confident that it’s a good idea, isn’t going to help either of us. So I’m going to work on showing you why you should stay with me. And by the time this shit with Sena is all over, you won’t want to leave, because it’s your choice to stay.”

“Okay,” she whispered, feeling both elated and torn. What if it wasn’t her who decided that they weren’t going to work? Would he convince her to leave? It was a question for another day. Right now, she would focus on finding Sena, and she would figure out what she wanted to do about everything else afterward. But she had a feeling that leaving Razor wasn’t going to be as easy a choice.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

RAZOR

He was pretty sure if Karissa woke up and realized he was gone, she was going to be pissed, but this had to be done. As much as he wanted to treat her like an equal, they were still an MC, and that meant there was business to discuss without her present. The idea of sneaking out and down to Church made him uneasy, especially considering they had a truce right now.

He eased out of the room, listening for any movement from her, and when he heard nothing but the sound of her even breathing, he silently shut the door. He purposely wore her out with a few hours of vigorous sex, making her cum over and over again until finally, she passed out, and he hoped she would sleep until morning.

If not, there would be hell to pay.

He made his way downstairs on silent feet, and when he reached Church, he wasn’t surprised he was the last one to arrive. His brothers all smirked at him knowingly, while the Predators gave him quick nods in greeting.

“Alright,” Savage said briskly as he took his seat. “Let’s get down to business before the women wake up.” He looked over at Simba and the others. “Since you’re here and willing to help, I’m happy to use you where we can. This bitch is threatening our women and kids, and that’s not going to stand.”

“You have anything on her?” Ursa asked, his voice a deep rumbling from his seat at the back of the room.

“Only what Code could find and what Karissa told us,” Savage replied. “She’s good at staying off the radar.”

“Our girl could probably track her down,” Simba offered.

“Girl?” Code repeated, and Razor heard the minute disbelief in his voice.

Simba arched a brow. “Yes, girl. Though I’d love to hear you say that to her, in exactly that tone. She might not be here in person, but you don’t want to mess with her. She’ll put you on the most wanted list with a smile.”

Code regarded him suspiciously. “Does this girl have a name?”

“We call her Glitch,” Simba replied. “We don’t exactly share our names with just anyone.” He looked back at Savage. “If you want us to call her in on this, let us know. She can work with your man here and between the two of them, we can probably track her down.”

“I think we should do this the old-fashioned way,” Fury announced. “Get out and find her. With all of us searching, some of us would get lucky.”

“Or send her running,” Jag pointed out. “Too many looking for her all at once is a sure fire way to make her nervous.”

“He has a point,” Ice agreed.

“We could,” Simba said slowly after a brief glance at his men, “go about this a bit differently. You get boots on the ground to find her, while we look for her in ways you can’t.”

No one said anything for a moment, and Razor glanced at Savage. He had a considering look on his face. “You mean you’ll do your cloak and dagger routine and skulk around while we go on the offensive,” he summarized.

Simba shrugged. “Whatever you want to call it. This is what we do, and obviously, we’re good at it. If anything, it might tell us where she’s hiding.”

“Even if we found her tonight, we couldn’t do anything,” Razor pointed out. “Karissa would be pissed if we took her chance away from her.”

“Xena is trigger happy when she’s pissed off,” Taz agreed. “I thought you were going to sex her into another coma again, though, so unless you’re slacking…” He laughed when Razor flipped him off.

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