Page 63 of Double the Dilemma

Karissa rolled her eyes. Before she could answer though, there was a voice on the other side. “Some of us would like to use the gym for actual workouts, and your crazy sexcapades are holding us up, so would you finish this up in your own room, please?” Taz called out. “Just tell us what areas to avoid until your Prospects can clean it up.”

Razor and Karissa chuckled as he unlocked the door. “I’m sure you can figure it out,” Razor drawled at him. Before Taz could reply, he hauld Karissa over his shoulder, making her gasp in surprise. He spanked her ass once, and said, “I’m afraid Karissa still has some lessons to learn so we’ll leave you to your workout.”

Karissa laughed as he carried her up the stairs and past a chuckling Taz. He finally had his woman, and he was planning on spending the night celebrating in the way he loved most. He just hoped that Karissa was ready, because he had no plans to let her out of his bed until they were both fully sated.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

KARISSA

Two Days Later

She was feeling content and happy, but at the same time, she was a bit sad that Simba and her team were going to be leaving within the hour. While they partied last night, she also knew they hadn’t drank too much to keep them from leaving today. She could see they were ready to go back home. This time though, she knew where they were, and that she would see them soon, since the clubs had agreed to be allies.

And she now had their personal numbers in her phone, with Taz already taking it upon himself to send her ridiculous messages at random times. It was annoying, but it made her smile so she wouldn’t say anything. Especially since he got ahold of Razor’s number as well and loved to send him stupid shit that would make him grumble. Including pictures of her and Taz after a couple of missions. One in particular that he sent this morning had been of her hanging off of Taz like a monkey, and looking like she was whispering something intimate in his ear.

In reality, she was about to take him to the ground and she had been whispering all the ways she was going to mutilate his body if he didn’t stop driving her insane. Thankfully, Razor knew it didn’t mean anything, and showed her the picture and asked her about it. There had been no jealousy in his question, and he laughed when she told him the real truth behind the photo.

The past two days had been a whirlwind, but the one thing she could say was that she and Razor were in a much better place. They had a long way to go before she would be wholly comfortable with their relationship, but they were on their way.

She also apologized to Esme, who was cold and still very pissed with her. Esme avoided her for most of the day yesterday until Karissa trapped her in the clubhouse kitchen before the party and refused to let her leave until they hashed it out. There was some screaming, mostly from Esme, but also from her, until finally, Esme agreed to forgive her, but with the condition that if she ever did that again, she was going to kick her ass.

Karissa knew she still had some work ahead of her to get Esme to trust her and not be so pissed off at her, but she’d do it. She had to hope that she didn’t damage their friendship beyond repair. But she was confident they could get back to where they were with some hard work, and some groveling on her part.

She was going to be around a lot more. She agreed to let Razor move in with her once she found a new apartment, but he was already talking to Savage about building a house of their own on the compound. She didn’t have a problem with that, since she agreed to take over the head bartender position at the bar on the club grounds. With Royal pregnant, she couldn’t work the bar anyway, and the place needed some major help since they only had the Prospects and the waitresses to work there. Scarlett offered to help if she needed it, and she was glad for that. She would have to talk to Savage, though, about hiring some more bartenders. Or having the brothers help out more often.

Wren and Win tried to wrangle their way into helping, but Rogue put his foot down on that before Scarlett could deny their request. He was still pissed that Wren had almost been shot, making him terribly over protective. To the point that Wren all but threatened to stab him when he tried to tell her she was to lay in bed and relax for a few days. It had been a screaming fight from her, while Rogue was stone-faced and pissed, threatening to ground her until Scarlett stepped in. Rogue hadn’t been happy, but he stopped arguing and let her be. Though it didn’t stop him from hovering over as much as he could get away with.

Speaking of jobs, she was shocked to find out just what Simba and the rest of the team actually did for work. Simba finally told her last night when it was just him, her, and Jag sipping their drinks near the back corner of the room. The conversation shouldn’t have surprised her, but it did anyway.

She looked at Simba and asked him point blank, “So what are you guys doing now? I can’t see you guys working normal jobs.”

Simba chuckled. “Nah, we’ve never been ones for casual shit. Luckily for us, most of us have done pretty well for ourselves and saved or invested our earnings from our time working in the dark. We pooled our money to buy our land and bikes, but the majority of our money comes from being hired out.”

“Hired out?” she repeated slowly. She narrowed her eyes. “Are you back doing mercenary work?”

“Not exactly,” Jag rumbled in a low voice. “There are a lot of people who want people with our skill sets and they’re willing to pay well for us to retrieve things or send a message.”

“So, you’re guns for hire?” she asked.

Jag and Simba exchanged a glance. “We don’t do anything that deals with the skin trade, or drugs, but we do go after people that need to be taken out. Pedophiles, rapists, abusers, you name it. We also extract people that have been taken and help them get back to their families.”

Karissa smiled. “Look at you guys, using your powers for good instead of evil,” she teased.

“Brat,” Simba chuckled. “We can always use your help, though, so if you ever decide you want a change of scenery, or want to get back to work, let us know and we’ll get you in on the action.”

It had given her pause, because it was something she would definitely enjoy doing. But she quickly pushed it away when she glanced over and saw Razor watching her, a soft smile on his face. As much fun as it would be, that wasn’t her life anymore. Still, it did make her wonder a little bit if she could still help them out every so often so she didn’t get rusty. She’d have to think about it and talk it over with Razor.

He’d probably try and talk her out of it, but she could be persuasive when she wanted to be.

“You’re sure you want to stay?” Simba asked her, gaze assessing. “You know you’ll always have a place with us.” He glanced back across the room where Razor stood talking to Savage, Fury, Rogue, Taz, and Ursa. They were all packed up and ready to leave, just saying their goodbyes. “And if you really want him, we could probably make a space for him on the team too.”

She shook her head. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stay here and see what kind of normal life I can carve out for myself.” She winked at him. “Besides, someone around here has to keep them in line. Might as well be me.”

He chuckled and grinned. “If anyone can do it, babe, it’s you. But if you ever change your mind, you know all you have to do is call. And if he hurts you, I’ll come back and clean up the mess you make of him.”

She laughed. “Thanks.” She stepped closer to him and said, “It was really good to see you, Simba. All of you. I missed you all, even if I refused to admit it to myself.”

“Of course you did,” Taz said loudly behind them, making them turn to see he made his way over, the other men following behind him. “We are amazing, after all.” He gave her a teasing grin. “I don’t know why you’re staying with this jerkwad,” he added with a toss of his thumb in Razor’s direction. “You should hop on the back of my bike and we’ll get into some trouble.”

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