Reaper's Salvation (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 3)

“No …” Ginny swiftly tried to backtrack her unintentional slipup she was sure she had only said in her head.

“Maybe … I can’t be sure,” Fat Louise tried to give her a break.

“I am.” Killyama gave her a considering look. “Whatcha doing wrong?”

Ginny brought her hand to her chest. “Me? Why’s it my fault?”

“Girl, maybe you aren’t giving him … encouragement for him to get his freak on.”

From Killyama’s and the other women’s expressions, they were thinking the same.

Killyama snapped her fingers as if a brilliant idea had come to her. “You need Crazy Bitch. She’s bringing another pizza when she closes the shop. That bitch has been with so many men she’ll be able to tell you how to get Reaper’s motor running.”

Fat Louise raised a wondering eyebrow. “If Crazy Bitch was so good, how come she got dumped so much before Calder?”

“Didn’t mean she couldn’t get their motors running,” Trudy said, taking up for the woman who was going to sneak her another pizza.

“Gavin doesn’t have a problem with his motor.” Ginny didn’t want them thinking there was something wrong with Gavin’s machine.

“Ah … then it’s lack of pressure.” Fat Louise sympathetically gave her the last of her M&M’s. “There’s a pill for that. Dalton has some. Get T.A. to sneak you some.”

Trudy put her feet back down onto the floor. “Those are vitamins!”

The women stared at her unbelievingly.

“I believe you.” Loyal to a fault, Ginny reassured her sister.

“You would,” Sex Piston rejoined. “Reaper’s got the same problem. Not being able to satisfy your man must run in the family.”

“Count yourself lucky. If I wasn’t knocked up, I would kick your ass. I satisfy Dalton so much that he has to drink a gallon of juice to keep up with me.”

Sex Piston folded her arms over her chest. “I rest my case.”

“Remember who brought you the pizza …,” Ginny reminded her sister when Trudy started to get up. “And you really shouldn’t be committing acts of aggression when you’re pregnant.”

None of the women seemed to agree with her. Instead, they discussed when and where to have Trudy’s baby shower.

“We can have it at the church,” Ginny suggested.

“Fuck nah, that won’t be any fun,” Sex Piston put in her two cents.

Trudy made her feelings known. “Same reason I don’t want to have it here. Dalton will throw out anything good to eat.”

Killyama hit the table, laughing. “Be careful he don’t throw you out.”

Trudy gave her a killing glare.

Ginny gave her the last few M&M’s, thinking that was what she was mad at.

“Next time, don’t mention sex in front of these bitches.”

“Sorry,” Ginny apologized, pulling the candy back, but Trudy snatched it before she could.

“I haven’t heard any shots in a while. You think it’s cool for Fat Louise to go out and get the pot stickers?” Tilting the candy in her hand, Trudy and the rest of the women focused on Fat Louise.

“I’ll go get the pot stickers.” Feeling sorry for Fat Louise, Ginny went to where Train was standing at the door and gave him a smile.

“Is it okay to go out?”

“The pot stickers?”

“There are two pregnant women in there,” Ginny pleaded. “Don’t ask me to go back in there without them.”

“Who else is pregnant? Killyama didn’t mention Fat Louise or Sex Piston expecting.” Train gave her a smile, and Ginny immediately understood why Killyama had fallen in love with him. “You’re pregnant?”

“No.” Confused as to why Train didn’t say his wife’s name, she said it for him. “Killy is.”

Train’s face drained of color. “It’s clear, wait here and I’ll take you.” Instead of opening the door, he hurried to the dining room.

Confused at his strange behavior, Ginny assumed she’d misheard him and went outside without waiting for him, not wanting to keep Trudy waiting. Ginny walked to Sex Piston’s car, seeing Viper, Dalton, and Knox talking at the side of the house. There were two coroner vans parked in the middle of the streets, and two men were placing a sheet on a body, and another two men were wheeling another sheet-covered body.

Opening the back door with her attention on the sheet-covered bodies being wheeled to the coroner’s van, Ginny started to reach inside Sex Piston’s back seat, only to find her hand caught and twisted behind her back as the man hiding in the back seat climbed out and jerked her to him as he raised his gun to her head.

Shocked at finding herself in the precarious situation, Ginny didn’t emit a sound, terrified the man holding her would start shooting at the four men within a few feet of them.

“Give me the fucking keys.”

The whisper in her ear had Ginny centering her focus on him.

“I don’t have them.”

A rush of wind had the tendrils of her hair stirring. She stared at Gavin as he pivoted on his heel, sighting her beside the car.