Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

“We need to contact Viper. He’ll want to be here,” Shade spoke up before Hammer could continue.

Jonas tucked the laptop under his arm. “Do you think Gavin is going to want his brother to see him in that shape? They made him a junkie. I think the only reason he’s still alive is because the Road Demons are using him as their toy. You think, if Viper goes in there and see what’s been done to his brother, there’ll be a man left standing? Ohio isn’t Treepoint where you have control of the sheriff. Forty or fifty men found dead in a bikers’ club will make the news.

“Get Gavin back, and then take your revenge. I’m sure you can come up with something when you’re ready. Killyama made it easy for you to keep track of Crash until you want him to know. She put a tracker on his motorcycle. One of mine, not that cheap shit he’s been putting on your bikes so he knows every piss The Last Riders take.”

“That’s why you took Rider’s key?” Train asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Yes, and put the port sniffer on his computer when he went to the restroom.” She unrepentantly admitted the deception he hadn’t caught when she had been by that unforgettable afternoon.

Her nightmares from Kane trying to rape and strangle her had disappeared within days, replaced by nightmare of her relationship with Train ending. They still filled her nights with dread, waking her in the middle of the night to see his accusing eyes staring at her in the darkness.

“As soon as we were able to hack into his computer and found where Gavin is, I called the men in to see the tape. You all will be putting your life and careers on the line. This is not a sanctioned rescue. That’s why, when Jonas realized it was him, we didn’t turn it over to the authorities. Gavin would have been dead before the police could act. And if we hadn’t taken our time, Crash would have had him killed. Jonas and I didn’t even tell Killyama until we were sure it was Crash who was posting the videos, and we needed access to his computer to know that for sure.

“We could still go to the cops in Ohio and take the chance that he will still be there, or that one of Road Demons won’t put a bullet in Gavin’s head to keep him from testifying that he wasn’t there willingly. Train, Shade, if this is the way you want to handle it, we’ll step down.”

“No, I’m in.” Train started taking his jacket off to get geared up.

“I was ready to leave five minutes ago. Show us the plan,” Shade added.

As the men gathered closer around the table, Killyama held back. She didn’t need to listen to Hammer and Jonas go over the plan again. They had gone over it so many times over the last three days that she had every room and doorway in the Road Demons’ clubhouse committed to memory.

It was going to take four hours to get there. They had timed it so they would make it to the club in the middle of the night when most of the Road Demons would hopefully be asleep.

Jonas gave the men their wireless headset, reminding them to keep their night vision goggles at the ready.

“Finish suiting up. We’re out of here in three minutes. Train, you’re taking the lead. Shade, when you take out the Road Demons’ lookout, try to get a clean shot. They’re going to have a big enough mess to clean up inside the club without having to do the outside.”

“Like I give a fuck.” Shade’s piercing blue eyes had Killyama taking a step back.

She was used to seeing him with Lily. The man she was looking at now was not that man. The man she was staring at now wasn’t afraid of death. He wasn’t afraid of anything.

“Load up,” Hammer ordered.

She let the men go out the door first. Then, as she moved out, she saw that Train was waiting for her.

Speeding up, she tried to squeeze between two men so she could avoid the confrontation. She should have known better.

He took her arm, pulling her to his side. “Go ahead, Ghost, Bandit.”

She had no intention of struggling in front of the men, but as soon as the door closed, she jerked her arm free.

“Dude, next time you lay a hand on me, you better be wearing that armor on your dick.”

His grave expression didn’t alter at her threat.

“We don’t have time now, but when we get back, we’re going to settle things between us.”

“What’s there to settle? We’re done, remember?” She gave him the peace sign. “Peace out.” She opened the door, hoping it would hit him.

“At least you didn’t flip me off again. That’s as good a start as any.” Sliding on his wireless headset, he raised his brow when she started to let him have it.