Page 9 of Double the Dilemma

She drove home, ignoring her phone when it buzzed with a few texts, and then rang a couple times. The man really needed to get the hint. They were over. Done. Despite what happened last night.

She had to make sure she stuck to her guns. A lot easier said than done with a man like Razor, but she could do it.

When she finally reached her apartment, she headed up the stairs feeling pleased with herself she wasn’t going to give in, but she stopped when she hit the top.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and every instinct she had roared to life. She casually stepped inside the entrance to the short hallway, letting herself take in everything, calming her breathing, and listening carefully. She heard nothing more than the traffic outside, and a loud TV blaring from the floor below. The only other apartment on this floor belonged to a man who worked out of town a lot, and she knew he wasn’t home right now.

Carefully, she moved along the hallway, keeping her body close to the wall, and her muscles primed to react to any threat. When she was only a few feet away from her door, she stopped, her stomach twisting. Laying just outside her door was a dead cat, blood matting its fur.

She bit back a curse. Now she knew why she was feeling dread for so long. Sena was back. Which meant she needed to leave, and fast.

Determination rolled through her as she pulled off her shirt and wrapped the poor cat in it. Guilt ate at her as she carefully set it aside and then stared at her apartment door. Nothing looked tampered with, but she knew Sena was smart and far too good at breaking into places.

Carefully, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, holding herself still and silent. After a few long, tense moments, she finally entered her apartment, stopping to pull the gun from underneath the shoe rack by the door. She didn’t hesitate as she made her way through the apartment, checking every possible hiding place.

After clearing each room, she went back out and gathered up the cat, bringing it inside. She would bury it tonight. This poor cat died because of her. Because Sena loved to fuck with her.

She went into the kitchen to grab a drink, needing something to wet her dry mouth, but stopped when she saw the note taped to the fridge door. She was almost surprised Sena hadn’t pinned it there with a knife, since that was her style.

Dear little sister,

You’ll never hide from me. No matter where you go, or who you try to hide behind. Tick Tock, your time is almost up.

She wouldn’t allow Sena to hurt the people she cared about the most. She just hoped that this time, she would be strong enough to actually leave.

CHAPTERFIVE

RAZOR

He stalked back to the garage, a scowl covering his face. He was pissed the Prospect let Karissa get away before he could stop her and talk to her. He had half a mind to go after her, but he had too much shit to get done before Church tonight. He knew she was working tonight too, but he wasn’t in the mood to sit in a bar and watch a bunch of drunken assholes flirt with her. So it looked like he was alone again tonight.

Fucking hell, this woman made his head hurt.

After he left last night, he was feeling satisfied that he had gotten his point across, but now he was starting to wonder if he pushed too hard. Hell, maybe fucking her last night had been a mistake. As good as it felt, for both of them, she obviously wasn’t swayed if she was rushing out of here and trying to avoid him.

This was exactly why he didn’t do relationships. They were a pain in the damn ass, and he wondered for the millionth time if all this was worth it. Karissa said that she didn’t want a relationship, so why wasn’t he abiding by her wishes and leaving her the hell alone?

Because you know she’s the one that you want for yourself and you’ll never be able to walk away from her.

That only made his scowl deepen as he stomped into the garage and into his bay where the car he just towed was sitting. He ignored the curious glance Jax sent his way, and the arched brow from Rogue. He didn’t have anything to say to either of them.

Determined to put Karissa out of his mind for a little bit, he focused on the job at hand. Though, of course, nothing around here was ever quiet.

Within fifteen minutes, Jax was leaning against his bench, feet crossed at the ankles and looking at him expectantly. “What?” Razor snapped in irritation, shoving him aside as he reached for the wrench in the middle of the bench.

“You know, it’s not good to let things stay bottled up inside,” Jax offered easily. “So spill whatever’s got you in a twist.”

“Didn’t realize the garage changed into a therapy office,” Razor sneered, leaning over the engine once again. “You’ve been spending too much time with the women, brother.”

“Amen,” Rogue grunted. “Ain’t like it’s rocket science anyway. Brother’s pissed about his woman ignoring him and running away like she’s got a fire under her ass.”

Razor turned his head and stared at Rogue. The man wasn’t what most would call sane. He was growly, grumpy, and had a glint in his blue eyes that would have most men turning tail and running the other way. Not to mention, the man was huge, with broad shoulders and chest, thick biceps, and large hands. A few of the newer brothers were still wary around him. “I think I liked you before when you were grumpy and would have yelled us by now to get the hell back to work and shut the fuck up,” Razor said drily. “Scarlett and the girls are rubbing off on you a bit too much.”

“From the way he came down after lunch, I’d say he and Scarlett were rubbing something,” Jax snickered.

Rogue pinned him with a glare, not that Jax cared because he just grinned back at him. Rogue turned his attention back to Razor. “I already told you once to grow a pair or let her go.”

It was Razor’s turn to glare at him. “You try dealing with a stubborn ass woman that treats you like a booty call and constantly pushes you away,” he snapped. “It’s damn tiring.”

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