Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

Train took the hand held out to him. “I wanted to thank you again for getting me into the race and letting me borrow your suit.”

“No problem. I was glad to help. It gave me someone new to race. In this arena, it’s usually the same ones who show up each time. I hope to see you here again. Maybe next time you’ll take it easy on me.”

Train moved, avoiding the truck door that Sex Piston slung open, nearly hitting him.

“She gets easier to tolerate the more you get to know her.” Stud excused his wife’s behavior with a shrug.

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“If you think she’s bad, wait until you have to deal with Crazy Bitch. She’ll drive you over the bend. Fat Louise and T.A. aren’t much better, but you can feed them to get them to back off when they get cranky.”

Train didn’t try to hide his interest.

Stud’s humor vanished. “Killyama is hard to describe.” Leaning an elbow on the hood of the truck, Stud studied him. “I saw her beat the hell out of some of the brothers in the club when they pissed her off. Then she bought Rocky a mini-bike when I told her I wanted to wait. She paid for Fat Louise’s mother’s rehab. When Star got sick and the doctor didn’t want to admit her, she left, and ten minutes later had her admitted.” Stud gave a low laugh. “Sex Piston said Killyama cornered the doctor in the doctor’s lounge.”

“I think she bought me a new wallet. It came in the mail without a card.”

Stud nodded. “That sounds like her. She’s sneaky as fuck, but you already know that, don’t you? If she sent it to you, it means she likes you.”

“How do you know?” Jealousy reared its ugly head. Train had never been jealous over a woman in his entire life. That Killyama could bring out those feeling was going to take some getting used to.

“How do you think I got all those sponsors? Killyama called them when I was thinking of giving up racing. It takes time out of my work schedule, and Sex Piston’s shop was going through a slump when she ticked off one of her biggest customers. With four kids, it was hard to justify my racing.”

“If you need—” Train had started to offer a loan, but Stud stopped him.

“It’s all good now. The money made from the sponsors picked up the slack, and Sex Piston’s customer came back. She’s good at her job, and the rich bitches like to look good.”

“If you need anything, the offer is there.”

“I won’t. Congrats again. I better be going before she rips out my radio.” Stud started to leave then stopped. “I heard what Sex Piston said. She is right about one thing. If you want Killyama, you will have to go through Sex Piston first.”

“I’m figuring that out for myself. Any ideas?”

Stud rubbed a thoughtful finger across the bridge of his nose. “Find something she wants, but don’t let her have it.”

Train drew a blank. “Like what?”

“Damned if I know. I had to use my kids to get her attached to me.” He gestured toward Sex Piston. “And brother, I might like you, but you can’t have my kids. You’re more than welcome to drop in for a beer when you want to see Killyama, but it won’t earn you kudos from either of them. You’ll think of something … You have a clubhouse at your back to bounce ideas off of.”

Only one brother was smart enough to help him out of this dilemma … Shade.

“I’m going to take your advice. Later, Stud.”

Stud waved back as he got in the front of the truck.

Train waved politely at Sex Piston, seeing her raise up her finger in a fuck-you gesture as he turned away.

Rider was waiting when he slid in the front seat of the truck. He had to shove the large pile of T-shirts over so he could get in.

“How much did you spend?”

Rider put the truck in gear, heading home. “Two hundred.”

“You spent two hundred dollars just to piss off Shade?”

“Yep.” Rider grinned unrepentantly. “Making him mad is worth any amount of money.”

“I’ll remind you of that when I’m covering your casket with dirt.”

“Shade won’t kill me. He might want to, but he won’t. It’ll hurt Lily too much.”

“Brother, a woman is going to bring you down to earth, and when she does, you’re going to hit hard.”

“That woman doesn’t exist,” he stated cockily. “You need me to give you some lessons? I didn’t see Killyama hanging out with you after the race. Did you at least get a kiss for winning when you went searching for Stud?”

“No, she already left. But Sex Piston made sure to congratulate me when she told me to fuck off.”