Train nearly rear-ended the truck. Slamming his hand down on the steering wheel, he backed up then swerved to the right into the turning lane. Gunning Moon’s motor, he shot out into the traffic, dodging cars until he saw a turn he could make that led into a drug store.
He shot through oncoming traffic, did a U-turn to make a left, and then another right onto the street he had lost Hammer. Passing cars at a speed that would have gotten him a ticket if the cops hadn’t been searching for the little boy, Train gave a sigh of relief when he saw Hammer’s SUV turn down a side street. He made the turn three cars behind them.
The streets became tree-lined as they moved farther into a residential neighborhood. He was about to follow Hammer down another street when he saw him break and park in front of a house.
Train braked, too, stopping his car. He then watched as Killyama and Jonas walked away from Hammer, who started running catty corner from them. Their bright vests were clearly visible as they walked toward a house that had a “For Sale” sign posted in the front yard.
Train jumped out of Moon’s vehicle and ran to the side of the neighboring house. He climbed over a fence on the opposite side of the tree line, seeing Hammer trying to look through the side windows then disappearing behind the house.
Train brought his hand behind his back, clutching his gun handle, as Killyama knocked on the door then fiddled with the lock box on the door handle. Jonas must have called the agent, requesting to see the house.
When Killyama raised the key in her hand triumphantly, Train tensed as she put it in the lock and turned it. Killyama and Jonas then barged inside.
Train wanted to run inside when he heard yells. Then he heard a crash from the backyard, assuming Hammer had broken in through the back.
“Get your fucking hands up!” He heard Jonas’s loud shout from inside.
Train was about to charge toward the house when Killyama came running out with the little boy carried protectively in her arms. At the same time, the police swarmed the neighborhood.
Seeing her holding the crying child brought a lump to his throat as he hurried back to his car, driving past the squad cars. He drove by a traffic jam as he headed back to the hotel where Killyama was staying. He knew she would be busy for the next few hours doing the paperwork on the capture. He could get some sleep before heading back to Treepoint.
He was about to check in to a room when he changed his mind after staring at his watch. Instead, he grabbed a bite to eat at the Waffle Stop then drove back to Treepoint. If he was wrong, then she would still be safe with Hammer and Jonas for the night. However, with the fugitive captured, she would more than likely go right back to Jamestown.
He was exhausted when he arrived back at the club.
Parking behind the factory, he changed the license plates before he covered the car up with a tarp. Too tired to take the steps, he walked the pathway around the club, not speaking to any of the brothers as he went upstairs, where he simply nodded at Moon as he passed him in the hall.
He didn’t want to shower, but two days without one had him taking a quick one before he dried off and made his way to his bed. He thought about locking the door, but he knew no one would come in without knocking
He kicked the covers to the bottom of his bed, tossed onto his stomach, and shoved a pillow over his head to drown out the blaring music. He was glad he had invested in a good pair of black out shades; the pitch dark room would be welcoming in the morning.
He was asleep in less than a minute, naked.
Train didn’t know how long he had been asleep when a gentle hand slid down his back to curve intimately over his ass. He shoved the pillow off his head, opening his mouth to snap at whichever woman had come inside his room without knocking, then froze when he felt a head drop to his shoulder.
“I missed you, too, lover.” Her voice was filled with the emotion she couldn’t show him in daylight.
He swung out his arm and lifted his chest so he could pull her underneath him. Silently, they made love, the loud music muffling their gasps and moans. He tried desperately to reach her the only way she would allow him to, trying to show her with his body how much he loved her. Trying to drive the words out of her he needed to hear, kissing each part of her body until she was begging for release. Giving up when he couldn’t hold his own climax back any longer, he moaned his love for her in the dark room.