Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)
As Cash walked away, giving the fishing pole one last look where he had laid it in front of her, the tears started slipping down her cheeks.
Viper was next, but Train turned to her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a necklace and placed it around her neck. “My mother wore this necklace every day of her life. She gave it to me for my birthday, the day before I entered the service, so I could keep a part of her while I was overseas. I don’t want it anymore. It’s yours.” The silver cross necklace sat snuggly in the curve of her throat. “Thank you, Killyama.”
Viper then laid down three pink roses. “One is from Train, one is from Gavin, and the last one is from me.” He looked up at the clubhouse as he told her, “Gavin and I bought this house when he decided this was where he wanted to build the factory. We split the property into different sections, giving some of the members a part of the land surrounding the club. Last year, I bought some land where I built my house.”
Viper laid down an envelope. “It’s not my birthday, but I asked Winter for her permission if I could gift it to you. She agreed. It’s on the other side of my house. We had planned to give it to Aisha when she grew up, but I’ve change my mind. We don’t want it anymore. It’s yours. I hope someday you and Train will build your home there.”
He continued, starting to look choked up, “It’s because of you that Winter and our daughter won’t have just my memories and photographs of Gavin. He’ll be here with us. Thank you, Killyama.” Viper’s voice broke. “Thank you.”
He strode away to where Winter was waiting with her arms open. Killyama had to look away when he buried his face in her hair.
She stared down at the massive pile of roses and gifts, whispering, “They don’t hate me.”
“No, they don’t hate you. They love you.”
“I won’t go that far,” she scoffed, unsuccessfully trying to relieve the emotional atmosphere. “But at least I don’t have to worry about them cutting my brake lines. I can’t keep these presents, though.” She cried harder. “Well, except for the tequila … and maybe Shade’s gun. John wouldn’t have liked it, anyway. He’s like Lily.”
“Killyama, you don’t have to give them back. We gave them to you to show you how much it means to us that we have Gavin back.”
She used a napkin to wipe her tears away. “If you’re sure, I can use the fishing pole when I go fishing with you and the guys.”
Train’s smile slipped. “The bothers don’t let women go with us on our fishing trips, but you and I can go.”
“Or the women can go on our own fishing trip, and you can stay behind.”
“Okay, I think the men can live with that.”
Mollified, she pushed the DVR collection to the side. “I can re-gift that to Sex Piston. Her birthday is next month.”
Willa brought them both a slice of the cake. “I made extra this time. The top three layers are for you to share with the Destructors. I’ll pack them up for you before I go to bed. They’ll be in the refrigerator for when you leave tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Willa.”
She smiled, leaving to pass the cake out to the others.
Train helped her pack the flowers and the presents inside the kitchen. They found a couple of small vases, but they had to put a few in large glasses. The loud music from clubroom had the flowers shaking on their stems.
“I asked Viper if we could have Shade’s old room, and he said yes. You want me to take you downstairs to show you?”
“Yes. I hope the bed is bigger than the one in your room.”
“You’re not going to have worry about that.” Train grinned, going to a door on the other side of the table.
They were about to go down the steps when Moon came in from the backyard.
“Train, you busy?”
“Depends on what you need?”
“I need some help packing Rider’s cake inside.”
Train turned toward Killyama. “Go ahead downstairs. I’ll be right behind you. Have a look around.”
She went down the steps, seeing a stripper pole when she was halfway down. Crossing her arms as she stalked toward it, she walked around it. Then, putting out a hand, she tried to shake it.
“Fuckers, the gazebo outside is about to fall down, but a cannon wouldn’t budge that pole.”
She took deep breathes, trying to regulate her breathing the way Hammer had taught her. How many bitches’ asses had Train watched twirl on it? Little Miss Innocent Lily and Beth hadn’t mentioned it was there. Still waters run tit deep in this den.
She looked around, thinking how the exercise equipment would come in handy to work off all the weight she was going to gain at King’s restaurant. Then she saw the door Train mentioned. Going through it, she opened the first door she came to, seeing a Jacuzzi.