Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

“You ready?”

“I’m all yours,” he said, helping her off his lap to carry his dirty dishes to the sink.

Taking out his cell phone when it started ringing, he saw it was Killyama calling.

“Hey,” he answered, raising a finger to show Stori he needed a minute.

“I’m bored as fuck. You in the mood for company?” Killyama’s voice came over the line.

Train stared at Stori, who was becoming irritated, waiting for the conversation to end.

“I’m kind of busy right now.”

“Oh. That’s a bummer. I was going to give you a blowjob so you can compare it to the women in the club. I don’t expect you to give them up before I can prove who’s better.”

Did her voice have a sultry twinge to it? Or was it the lust that had detonated in his head?

“I’ll be twenty minutes.”

Stori stormed away huffily at his words, finding a space between Rider and Moon on the couch in the den.

“Wait! I can drive there …” The sultriness had disappeared from her voice. Train knew it had been a product of his imagination.

“I want the ride. See you in twenty.” Train disconnected the call before she could argue about coming over.

The brothers were already taking Stori’s shorts off. It hadn’t taken her five seconds to replace him.

“Where are you going? Don’t you want to join in?” Rider asked, taking off his jeans.

“No, I’m going out for dessert.”

8

“Let’s just go in and get him. It’s too cold to sit here freezing my tits off,” Killyama complained.

“You think it’s any easier on me? I have news for you; Jonas needs to stop playing that dumbass game on his phone. And will you please quit chewing that gum? If you pop it one more time, I’m going to rip it out of your fucking mouth.”

“I’m almost on level thirty-one. I need to kill one more zombie to level up, and then I’ll stop.”

Killyama leaned forward, placing an elbow on the back of each of their seats. “If he doesn’t come out in one hour, I’m going to go knock on the door and pull Carter out.” With little to do but wait for their bounty to come out, they passed the time trying to see who could be the most irritating. So far, she was winning.

Jonas closed the app, settling against the door so he could see her. “You’re looking tired today. Late night?” Trust Jonas to amp the voltage.

“I’m not tired; I just didn’t want to waste my makeup on you two.”

“It didn’t have anything to do with seeing Train’s bike parked out front of the Destructors’ last night?”

Belligerently, she stiffened. “You keeping an eye on me?”

“I was going to get a beer. Of course, I left when I recognized Train’s motorcycle.”

“He stopped by to say hi.”

“I bet he got more than a hi.”

“Does it matter?”

“I hope you know what you’re doing. Train’s one of two men I wouldn’t cross.”

Usually, it was Hammer who warned others about being stupid. Jonas was the more laid back of the two men. They were like uncles to her. Jonas was the cool one, while Hammer was the pain in the neck.

“I’m not a kid anymore; I can watch out for myself.” She deliberately popped her gum again. “Who else wouldn’t you cross? It’s not like I’m scared or anything, but I can keep them on my radar.”

“Shade.”

“Shade? We’re friends.” She might be a tiny bit exaggerating.

Hammer and Jonas took their eyes off the apartment to cast her doubtful glances.

“Shade doesn’t have friends,” Hammer warned. “I raised you to stare into a man’s eye and see his soul. Shade doesn’t have one. If you don’t see that, I failed.”

“I saw it, but you haven’t seen him around Lily.”

“You’re not Lily.”

She dropped her arms, leaning back in her seat as she stared out of the window. No one was Lily. She had the extra special something that drew everyone around her into her world. Her sister, Beth, had the same capacity. They were charming and so nice they made you wonder which planet they had been born on. A woman like Lily could catch a man like Train, instead of taking leftovers.

She was the complete opposite. She could be refined or pleasant … if she had a knife to her neck.

Killyama perked up when she saw a car park in front of the apartment they were watching.

“Get ready.” Hammer’s low voice broke the tension-filled silence.

Killyama grabbed the door handle, preparing to jump out of their SUV, when a short, blond-haired man came out carrying a laptop.

“That’s him. Go!”

Killyama jerked the door open, sprinting toward Carter. He was halfway to the parked car when the man driving saw the three of them running. He backed up before peeling out of the parking lot. Unfortunately for Carter, he didn’t react as quickly.

“Jack Carter!”

The bail jumper dropped the laptop he was carrying as he ran back inside his apartment.