Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

“Don’t want to miss those … lover.”

Those last four words caused a bloodcurdling yell to come instinctively from Train. He dragged Rider across the pool table as Rider tried to defend himself, but Train gave him no chance before his fist shot out, nailing Rider in the mouth.

When he would have punched him again, Stud tried to pull him back.

“Let me go,” Train grunted.

“We need to help Lucky. Rider didn’t even try to hit you back.”

Train tried to gather the shards of his temper when he saw Killyama fawning over Rider.

“Woman, get away from him … now.”

“Why the hell did you hit him? You were supposed to swing at me!” Killyama laid the pool stick down as if she were afraid she would hit him with it. He should have known her well enough by now to take that as a warning.

Train stared at her, dumfounded. “I’ve never hit a woman in my life.”

“Then I suggest you start.”

Train caught her fist before it could land.

“I’m not going to hit you, no matter how mad I get, so I knock it … Ow!” Train doubled over. He literally saw stars. He had done two tours in the military and had never felt pain like what was coming from his nuts.

Rider hopped off the pool table to help him as Train landed on his knees, hanging on to the pool table for support. He kept sucking in air to keep himself from passing out.

“I can see why you men need replacements. You all are a bunch of pussies.”

“What are you talking about?” Train tried to focus on the venom spewing from her mouth instead of the stars floating behind his eyes.

Killyama didn’t show any mercy. She grabbed his ponytail, lifting his head and forcing him to look up at her. “Are you Viper’s and Cash’s spare?”

“Yes.”

She released his hair in disgust. “I’m going to save you the trouble of picking one for me. If you’re dumb enough to pick one, then I’m okay with Rider. Is that okay with you, Rider?”

Train managed to get to his feet by holding on to the pool table and Rider’s arm.

“Well?” Killyama snarled.

“I’d rather you pick someone else. How about Moon?” Rider turned to search for Moon, who was no longer in the room.

“Actually, I had already asked Shade. But if you want Rider, maybe we need to convince him. What do you think, Rider?”

“Do I have to?”

Train snatched the pool stick away before Killyama could pick it up again. He couldn’t tell who she would have aimed for, but him and Rider would have been going to the dentist’s office if it had landed.

“Give it back.” When Killyama tried to snatch it out of his hand, Train tossed it to Rider.

Before she could react, Train threw her over his shoulder, stumbling backward into the pool table when she clawed his back, going for his hair.

“Bitch, I’m going to paddle that ass of yours when I get you to my room.” He fought the vertigo from having his nuts smashed and his head nearly ripped off his shoulders.

“Fucker, you’re going to be sneezing your balls out of your nostrils if you lay one hand on me.”

Train raised his hand, smacking her on her ass.

“I thought you didn’t hit women?”

“I hit a wildcat. When you start acting like a lady, I’ll stop.”

Train stepped over Cash and Greer on the way to the stairs, hearing Rider reluctantly coming up behind them. Then he stopped when he was halfway up the stairs to see Rachel sitting there, crying.

“You okay, Rachel?”

“I didn’t mean for Greer and Cash to get in a fight.” She sniffed.

“Bitch, what are you crying for?”

Train smacked her ass again. “This is all her fault. You and Cash will make up in the morning. Let him and Greer fight it out. They’ve been building it up for a while. Maybe they’ll get it out of their systems now.”

“You think so?”

“Yes. Just pretend it was all Cash’s fault, and I’ll make sure he brings flowers to apologize. Rider, take her home.”

Train hugged the side of the staircase to let Rachel take Rider’s hand.

“Don’t take long. I don’t want to keep her waiting,” he said as he continued carrying a struggling Killyama up the steps. Train had to hold on to the handrail to keep the woman from throwing them both down the steps.

“Do I have to?” Rider’s whiney voice floated upward to the landing where Train was spanking Killyama’s ass to keep her still.

“Don’t make me come and get you.” Satisfied that his threat had lit a fire under Rider’s ass, Train carried Killyama to his room. If she had wanted to make him jealous by using Rider, she could handle the consequences. He hadn’t made his mind up about sharing her, but she had made his mind for him. She could have chosen any of the Last Rider’s, and she had chosen Rider. Who was he to argue?