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“You mean the shithole that made you go on meds and tried to make you a decent person?” Karissa asked blandly. “You know, if it was up to me, I’d have strapped your ass to the electric chair and been done with it. I bet you would have sizzled and sparked when they flipped the switch. It would have been a beautiful thing to watch.”

Sena sneered as she continued to circle. Karissa only moved her head to keep track of her, her body ready to move at any provocation. “The night I almost killed you will always be a favorite memory of mine,” she taunted. “The fear in your eyes as you thought you were going to die. I can’t wait to see it again. This time, though, you’re going to die, and it’s going to be so much better for me. Because I’m going to take everything from you. Next, I’m going to kill that man of yours. The one you say you love, but I’ll make sure he never remembers you. Then, I’ll move on to your friends, and all these so called badass bikers. One by one, I’ll make sure there is no one left to remember you. And I won’t spare anyone. All those fat, ugly bitches carrying their spawn, they’ll never hold them. Those bastards will never breathe on their own. And I’ll enjoy every moment of it.”

Karissa barked out a laugh. “You really think that will happen?” she scoffed. “Do you even know who these people are? Who my man is? Who my friends are? They are the Dragons MC, and they are your worst nightmare. My man will rip you to shreds with his bare hands, then burn you to ash and piss on it afterward. And if for some reason you get past him, those boys in there will take care of you. Or have you missed the fact that they’re mostly former military? The women are just as badass. Including the young woman you almost killed.”

Sena moved fast and attacked Karissa, flying past her when Karissa pivoted quickly and barely catching herself before she fell flat on her face. Sena spun around, lip curling in fury. “Why the fuck do you care about them?” she demanded. “You’re no better than me. Worth nothing. Tossed aside. They’ll do the same to you. Me killing you will be a service. To you and to them. They won’t have to do it, and I get to know you never breathe again.”

“And you say I talk a lot,” Karissa sneered. “You would never understand, Sena, what it means to actually be chosen. To have someone fight for you. Because we all knew what you were. No one wanted you, so you used your body to get what you desired. Then, you found you liked to hurt people and now here you are. With nothing and no one. You’re a nobody. And not one person will remember you or care about you when I finally kill you.”

Sena screeched and attacked her, any attempt at finesse disappearing. Karissa smiled in anticipation as she allowed Sena to take her to the ground. Adrenaline pumped in her veins, and while Sena put up a good fight, hyped up on her drug of choice, she was no match for Karissa.

She head-butted Sena in the face, making her scream and fall away from her position on top of Karissa, giving her the opportunity to buck her off over the top of her head. Sena groaned as she landed with a hard thud, but Karissa was on her before she could get up. She put her knee to Sena’s neck, and put all her body weight into it as she stretched out her other leg, pulling out the knife she carried in her boot. Sena was breathing hard, struggling, but unable to get Karissa off. When she saw the glint of the blade, her struggles increased, almost bucking Karissa off, but Karissa quickly shifted, bringing the knife down to Sena’s jawline.

Sena stilled. “Mmm, see, it’s not so much fun when you’re not the one with the knife, is it?” Karissa taunted, slowly caressing the blade over her skin toward her jugular. “Did you know that when I was trained on my team, I was taught all the best spots to slice someone so they died quickly, but painfully? Or that I learned to slice a throat oh so slowly that you’ll feel every excruciating moment as the blade rips open your skin and the veins beneath? Hell, if I wanted, I could nick you a few times and draw this out for hours. Slicing into the same spots time and time again, deeper each time. You’ll beg me for death.”

“You think you’re better than me,” Sena gritted out. “But here you are, talking about killing me. You’ve killed just as many people as I have. More. I just had the guts to admit I love seeing people die.”

“The difference is that I killed those that needed to die, not innocents,” Karissa replied, moving her knee and pressing the blade to Sena’s throat. “You,” she hissed angrily, finally letting Sena see the anger she was feeling, “have killed innocent women and animals. I know how many you left for me, but I’m certain there are more. They didn’t need to die. So no, we are nothing alike. You are more of a monster than I could ever be.”

With no warning, Karissa pulled the knife from her throat and plunged it down into her shoulder, making Sena scream. “Fucking whore,” she gasped out, trying to struggle, hit, and kick at Karissa to get her away.

“Not so nice, is it,” Karissa said with a slow grin, enjoying this. She twisted the knife ever so slightly, pressing in harder, making Sena go sheet white with pain. “You wanted me to die, but this time, it’s going to be you. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

Sena screamed again, fighting, and this time she bucked Karissa off, making her lose her grip on the knife. Karissa laughed as she got to her feet and watched Sena stagger to hers. Sena wrenched the knife from her shoulder, the blade glinting with blood. “I’m done with this,” she rasped, grabbing the knife handle tightly in her good hand. Then she let it fly.

Karissa moved fast, ducking and reaching calmly for the knife where it was precariously dangling from the tree behind her. She spun on her heel as Sena tried to attack her again. This time, Karissa reached out and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back. Then she wrestled Sena to her knees, forcefully pulling her head back enough that her throat was exposed. Sena twisted and grabbed at Karissa’s legs and arms, but Karissa held steady, pressing the knife to her throat. Sena stilled, chest heaving. “It’s over, Sena,” Karissa told her coldly. “Maybe I’ll see you in hell, but until then, you can burn.”

“Fuck you,” Sena howled.

Karissa didn’t hesitate as she sliced across Sena’s throat, blood spraying across the pavement. Karissa let her go of her hair and let her fall to the ground before stepping over her. She watched as Sena grabbed at her throat, gurgling and gasping for air. When her eyes locked on Karissa’s there was hatred there, but Karissa merely smiled at her. “You’re dying, Sena, and I’m enjoying watching your blood drip all over the ground.”

She didn’t move, didn’t so much as twitch when she felt Razor come up behind her, touching her shoulder gently. She didn’t even need to look to know that it was him trying to comfort her. Sena’s eyes held hers as she died, no doubt cursing her over and over in her mind, and Karissa refused to look away or feel badly about it. When the life finally faded from her eyes and her hands dropped limply to the ground, Karissa turned and looked up at Razor. “It’s over,” she said quietly, dropping the knife she was still holding to the ground.

“It’s over,” he agreed, voice solemn. He turned her into his arms and held her tight. Finally, finally, it was over, she thought. And when he led her towards the clubhouse where everyone was waiting, she never once looked back.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

RAZOR

“What the ever-loving-fuck did you think you were doing?” Simba demanded, glaring at Karissa as she looked up at him, completely calm and collected. “You sure as fuck know better than that, Xena. Are you stupid?”

They were all standing in Church now that Sena’s body had been dealt with, and the other women fretted and fussed over Karissa. Well, unless you counted Esme being furious and telling Karissa that she wasn’t speaking to her until she calmed down. Thankfully the other women left, though it cost Rogue to stay while Scarlett handled the girls and took them to the apartment over the garage to rest.

Razor stiffened at Simba’s words and stepped forward. Former team leader or not, he wasn’t about to let this asshole disrespect her that way. “Watch yourself,” he warned the other man.

Simba looked at him, eyes cold. “This doesn’t concern you. I’m handling something within my own team, and man of hers or not, you can keep your mouth shut until I’m done.”

Razor’s temper burned. “She’s not on your goddamn team anymore, so you don’t get to do shit,” he snapped furiously.

“She will always be a part of this team,” Simba told him.

“Razor, it’s fine,” Karissa assured him calmly. “He’s all bark and no bite anyway.”

Simba’s head snapped back to hers, and his face darkened. “Do not tempt me, little girl,” he warned her.

Karissa held his gaze. “Did you really think I wasn’t going to handle this?” she asked him evenly. “We don’t back down from anything, isn’t that what you always told me?”

“I also told you that you wait until your team is in position,” he reminded her. “And don’t be a hero and handle shit on your own. And what the fuck did you do? If we were still in the fucking game, your ass would have been off the team. Or I’d have kicked it until you got it through your damn head.”

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