Train's Clash (The Last Riders Book 9)

  He made a pit stop in the bathroom to shower. Then, wrapping a towel around his hips, he headed to his bedroom. Leaving the door open, he dressed and was putting his boots back on when Stori came into the room.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as she plopped down on the bed.

  “About to go down to eat dinner.”

  Train rose from off the side of the bed, but Stori caught his hand, yanking him back down.

  “I’m hungry for some Train.” Stori went to her knee, trying to maneuver the zipper of his jeans down. He caught her hands.

  “Right now, I’m hungry for tacos.”

  Leaving her sitting on the bed, he turned toward the door.

  “Dammit. Don’t tell me you’re going to turn into a one-woman man now, too. The women still aren’t over losing Lucky. What’s a woman got to do to get laid around here?” Stori pouted, falling back to the bed.

  Train strode back. Lifting her, he tossed her over his shoulder then gave her a sharp whack on her delectable ass.

  “I’m hungry, not neutered. Let me eat dinner. Then I’ll keep you busy for the rest of the night.” He effortlessly carried her through the house, enjoying the giggles that trailed after them.

  Stori was sweet. She could fuck you in every position imaginable, and a couple he hadn’t thought of until she had shown him. She was up for anything or anyone, though she usually snuggled up to him or Rider at night. He had yet to see her petty or bitchy. She was the perfect Last Rider woman.

  Train knew he didn’t stand a chance that Killyama would fit in as well. She would probably pull their hair out the first time she spent the night.

  He set Stori down to make his plate, becoming frustrated at himself for thinking about Killyama. Train had hoped that having sex with Killyama again would get her out of his system. It looked like it would take longer than he expected.

  He found a seat next to Rider, Moon, and Jewell. Then, when they were almost done eating and were just sitting around and talking, Stori sought him out, plopping down onto his lap.

  “You ready?”

  “I’m all yours,” he said, helping her off his lap to carry his dirty dishes to the sink.

  Taking out his cell phone when it started ringing, he saw it was Killyama calling.

  “Hey,” he answered, raising a finger to show Stori he needed a minute.

  “I’m bored as fuck. You in the mood for company?” Killyama’s voice came over the line.

  Train stared at Stori, who was becoming irritated, waiting for the conversation to end.

  “I’m kind of busy right now.”

  “Oh. That’s a bummer. I was going to give you a blowjob so you can compare it to the women in the club. I don’t expect you to give them up before I can prove who’s better.”

  Did her voice have a sultry twinge to it? Or was it the lust that had detonated in his head?

  “I’ll be twenty minutes.”

  Stori stormed away huffily at his words, finding a space between Rider and Moon on the couch in the den.

  “Wait! I can drive there …” The sultriness had disappeared from her voice. Train knew it had been a product of his imagination.

  “I want the ride. See you in twenty.” Train disconnected the call before she could argue about coming over.

  The brothers were already taking Stori’s shorts off. It hadn’t taken her five seconds to replace him.

  “Where are you going? Don’t you want to join in?” Rider asked, taking off his jeans.

  “No, I’m going out for dessert.”

  8

  “Let’s just go in and get him. It’s too cold to sit here freezing my tits off,” Killyama complained.

  “You think it’s any easier on me? I have news for you; Jonas needs to stop playing that dumbass game on his phone. And will you please quit chewing that gum? If you pop it one more time, I’m going to rip it out of your fucking mouth.”

  “I’m almost on level thirty-one. I need to kill one more zombie to level up, and then I’ll stop.”

  Killyama leaned forward, placing an elbow on the back of each of their seats. “If he doesn’t come out in one hour, I’m going to go knock on the door and pull Carter out.” With little to do but wait for their bounty to come out, they passed the time trying to see who could be the most irritating. So far, she was winning.

  Jonas closed the app, settling against the door so he could see her. “You’re looking tired today. Late night?” Trust Jonas to amp the voltage.

  “I’m not tired; I just didn’t want to waste my makeup on you two.”

  “It didn’t have anything to do with seeing Train’s bike parked out front of the Destructors’ last night?”

  Belligerently, she stiffened. “You keeping an eye on me?”

  “I was going to get a beer. Of course, I left when I recognized Train’s motorcycle.”

  “He stopped by to say hi.”

  “I bet he got more than a hi.”

  “Does it matter?”

  “I hope you know what you’re doing. Train’s one of two men I wouldn’t cross.”

  Usually, it was Hammer who warned others about being stupid. Jonas was the more laid back of the two men. They were like uncles to her. Jonas was the cool one, while Hammer was the pain in the neck.

  “I’m not a kid anymore; I can watch out for myself.” She deliberately popped her gum again. “Who else wouldn’t you cross? It’s not like I’m scared or anything, but I can keep them on my radar.”

  “Shade.”

  “Shade? We’re friends.” She might be a tiny bit exaggerating.

  Hammer and Jonas took their eyes off the apartment to cast her doubtful glances.

  “Shade doesn’t have friends,” Hammer warned. “I raised you to stare into a man’s eye and see his soul. Shade doesn’t have one. If you don’t see that, I failed.”

  “I saw it, but you haven’t seen him around Lily.”

  “You’re not Lily.”

  She dropped her arms, leaning back in her seat as she stared out of the window. No one was Lily. She had the extra special something that drew everyone around her into her world. Her sister, Beth, had the same capacity. They were charming and so nice they made you wonder which planet they had been born on. A woman like Lily could catch a man like Train, instead of taking leftovers.

  She was the complete opposite. She could be refined or pleasant … if she had a knife to her neck.

  Killyama perked up when she saw a car park in front of the apartment they were watching.

  “Get ready.” Hammer’s low voice broke the tension-filled silence.

  Killyama grabbed the door handle, preparing to jump out of their SUV, when a short, blond-haired man came out carrying a laptop.

  “That’s him. Go!”

  Killyama jerked the door open, sprinting toward Carter. He was halfway to the parked car when the man driving saw the three of them running. He backed up before peeling out of the parking lot. Unfortunately for Carter, he didn’t react as quickly.

  “Jack Carter!”

  The bail jumper dropped the laptop he was carrying as he ran back inside his apartment.

  “Why in the hell do they run?” Jonas grunted, leaping to tackle the shorter man onto the ground.

  Killyama and Hammer pulled Carter to his feet after Jonas handcuffed him.

  “Let me go! I’m going to call the police.”

  “We’re going to save you the trouble. The cops have been looking for you since you missed your court date.”

  They ignored the litany of verbal abuse Carter hurled at them as Killyama shoved him into the backseat, buckling him inside. Then she took the seat next to him as Jonas slammed the door closed. She was tempted to elbow him in the fucking face when he leered at her.

  Hammer got in the front, handing the laptop to Jonas.

  She kept an eye on Carter as Hammer drove to the police station.

  “Whomever you stole that computer from won’t be happy to get it back broken,” Jonas remarked as he o
pened the laptop.

  “It’s mine.”

  “Sure it is. You have a rap sheet as long as my leg. You should wise up; you suck as a burglar.”

  “Don’t mess with it. It’s none of your business.” Carter had been sitting docile until Jonas opened the laptop.

  “Why you getting so bent out of shape?” Killyama egged him on. Deprived of chasing him down, she had to get her kicks another way.

  “Maybe because it’s none of your fucking business what I have on my computer,” Carter snarled, struggling against his seatbelt and the handcuffs Jonas had placed on him.

  “It’s his. Dumbass has his picture on the log-in.”

  “Let me see.” She scooted forward as Jonas lifted the computer high enough for her to see, which was close to Carter’s face. His face turned red as he tried to reach for it but couldn’t.

  “Quit egging her on. Jesus, it’s like I’m dealing with two kids when I work with you both,” Hammer grumbled.

  “You fuckwads don’t know what shit you’ve walked into. I have friends who can make you disappear.”

  “Ooo, I’m so scared. Any of those friends bail your ass out of jail? Wait a minute. That was me, and I definitely don’t consider you a friend.”

  “You fucking bitch, let’s see how scared you are when …”

  Killyama raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to finish. When he didn’t, she rubbed more salt into his wounds.

  “Couldn’t think of anyone? I’ll tell you what; I’ll add you to the Christmas card list I send to all the losers who think they’re going to screw me out of my money.”

  “Cunt, I’m going to fuck you up so bad—” Carter started to yell out until she couldn’t resist the urge to elbow him the face any longer. “I’m going to have you arrested.”

  “For what? You hurt yourself when you fell. You see anything, Hammer? Jonas?”

  “No,” they answered.

  “You’re going to be sorry.”

  She became tired of the whiney pussy, ignoring him for the rest of the ride to the police station. Once there, Killyama climbed out as Jonas took Carter.

  “I don’t suppose you want to give me your password?”

  “Suck my dick!” As they drew closer to the side door of the station, Carter dug his heels into the pavement. “What are you going to do with my computer?”

  “Wipe it clean and sell it,” Killyama lied. In actuality, Jonas would look it over and see if they could use any of the information on his drive. Sometimes their best clues on chasing other felons were handed to them when they were searching for another one.

  “Hey, sexy lady, did you bring me a present, or did you finally decide to go out with me?” The booking officer was one she was familiar with.

  “I brought you a present. I told you I don’t date married men.”

  “I’d get divorced if I thought you would go out with me.”

  “Roberto, your wife is six months pregnant. One night, you’re going to wake up, and she’s going to be holding your dick in her hand.”

  “Nah, I sleep with one eye open.”

  Killyama moved to the side, letting Hammer deal with Roberto. She didn’t flirt with married men. It grossed her out the way men could flaunt their wedding ring and brag about their kids, then hit on another woman in the same breath. She would cut out her tongue before she ever said, “I do.”

  “All done,” Jonas said when Roberto led Carter away. “You sure you don’t want to take Roberto to lunch? Don’t let us stop you. Hammer and I can hang back.”

  “You’re so freaking funny. Why don’t you take him to lunch? You keep turning down my suggestions on who to date, so maybe I’ve been searching in the wrong direction.”

  “I’ve changed my mind.”

  “About what?”

  “About Train. I think you’re perfect together.”

  “Why?”

  “Because neither of you would know a joke if it came up and bit you on the ass.”

  “Train tells jokes all the time.” She didn’t know why she was defending Train’s somber temperament. It was just the principle of it. She was the only one allowed to give Train a hard time.

  “Tell me one,” Jonas requested as they got back in their vehicle.

  “I can’t think of anything off the top of my head.”

  “You can’t think of one joke? How many times have you been out?”

  Killyama shrugged. “Three times. I wouldn’t call them dates, though.”

  Hammer stopped the SUV in the middle of backing up, turning to stare at her. “What would you call them?”

  “I don’t know. Boinking? Fucking? Take your pick.”

  Hammer slammed the gearshift into neutral, raising his voice so he was shouting into the confined space. “I raised you better than that! The least he can do is buy you dinner.”

  “I wasn’t hungry for food.”

  “Hold me back, Jonas, or I’m going to give her the spanking I should have given her when I caught her smoking.”

  “Try it. You didn’t do it then because you knew I would tell Mama. If you don’t quiet down, I’m gonna tell her you’ve got a crush on her.”

  Hammer’s face went white. “I do not.”

  “Yeah, right. She’ll get that sad look on her face and give you a long speech on how much she still loves my father, and then you get sad.”

  “I have never considered her anything other than a friend, which is more than I can say for you and Train. You want to step into a minefield, go for it. Just don’t expect me to pick up the pieces when it explodes. You’ve always had to learn everything the hard way.” Hammer put the gear back in and backed out. He was closing her out, showing her she had hurt him.

  Regretting her words, she tried to make amends. “You know I won’t say anything to Mama.” It was as close to sorry as she was going to get.

  He nodded.

  Jonas remained silent, too. She hated it when they were mad at her.

  She deliberately popped her gum. When that didn’t get a reaction, she did it again.

  “Jonas, taze her ass.”

  “What’d you say?” He turned his head, popping his own gum.

  Hammer turned the air condition up to high. “I’m in fucking hell.”

  9

  “That’s the last of the packages.” Train dropped the order he had finished boxing up into the cart that Rider would mail out on Monday.

  “Whoop! Whoop! We’re done for the week. I’m outta here.” Ember cleaned her table off, hightailing it out of the factory so fast that Train winced at the sound of the slamming metal door.

  Rider grinned at him, hopping onto a table as he waited for Train to clean up his table. “I wonder if she’s more excited about it being Friday and she has the weekend off or the party tonight.”

  “The party. No one’s had time to do anything but eat and sleep all week since we had to get the orders out.”

  The orders they had been working on all week had left two hours ago in their own truck, heading to the airport in Lexington. The supplies had filled all their waking hours, knowing it was going to a country that had suffered a catastrophic earthquake.

  “Don’t know if I’m going to make it tonight. I’m tired as fuck.”

  Train was surprised. Rider had never missed a Friday night party. The brothers always joked how he would fuck when he was half-dead, something he had actually done once.

  “You’re never too tired to fuck. Something wrong?”

  “Today’s Gavin’s birthday.”

  Train had been busy, but he hadn’t forgotten. This morning, he had gone to the cemetery where Gavin had been buried. He had seen Viper leaving as he rode onto the property Cash owned.

  Rider had been just as close to Gavin as he had. They both had lost a good friend because of Memphis. Even now, they couldn’t believe how a man they had considered a brother had betrayed them. Memphis had fooled them all. The Last Riders had taken the betrayal hard. Each of them would give their lives before anoth
er one would betray the club again.

  Train wrapped an arm over Rider’s shoulder when he jumped down from the table. “Come on; Sasha told me she ordered a new outfit for tonight. You’ll get your stamina back when you see her in it.”

  “The one she let me pick out?”

  Train hid his grin. The box she had carried up the steps had been big enough that it probably contained several outfits.

  “Yes.” He would stop by her room before he went to his own and make sure of it.

  They raced up the steps to the clubhouse, taking the one hundred plus steps two at a time. Neither of them was out of breath. They used every opportunity to work out. Keeping their reflexes and body in shape was a way of life with them. Especially since some of the brothers contracted out to the military when their expertise was needed. He was one of them. Shade was another.

  There wasn’t a machine he couldn’t fly in the sky or on the road. That was why he liked working on engines. If he or one of the brothers’ lives depended on what they were riding on, it had to work.

  Train used the opportunity of Rider stopping to talk to Moon to slip away upstairs to talk to Sasha. He didn’t have to knock; she was standing by her bed, trying to put a necklace on.

  “Need some help?”

  “Please.”

  Train moved behind her, gently maneuvering the two ends together before closing the clasp.

  “The brothers will be keeping you busy tonight.”

  The black halter accented the large swell of her breasts. It went around her neck, crisscrossing to dip in a deep V. Her midriff then tied behind her back, where he was treated to the sight of her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath her white shorts.

  “That’s the plan.” She leaned back against his chest, giving him the cleavage she exposed.

  “Is this the outfit Rider picked out?” Train let his hands rest lightly on her waist.

  “How’d you know?”

  “Lucky guess.” The clothes would take Rider a second to get her out of.