Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

Sex Piston gave a low whistle. “I want to know what they’re selling. If I bottle it, I would make a fortune.” She mused for a moment. “I know my uptight sister hasn’t …” She broke off when Lily buried her face in her hands.

“Oh, my fu—” Killyama broke off when Lily rose her eyes to hers.

The woman wasn’t shy about another couple watching her and Shade, yet she was getting upset because Killyama was about to take the Lord’s name in vain? It was screwed up.

“I give the fucker’s credit. They’re smarter than the Destructors. If they find out …” She broke off as she began laughing.

Sex Piston didn’t share her amusement.

“If Stud invited any of the brothers in our bedroom, he’ll need a surgeon to pull my boot out of his ass.”

Rachel shook her head. “You think that now, then it happens somehow.” She raised her hands up in question.

“I think I know why.” Beth looked undecided about telling them something.

“You might as well tell me. It’s not like I won’t find out, anyway,” Killyama said shrewdly.

“I don’t know if I should. I could get trouble … If anyone else finds out—”

“We’re all sisters here.” Or, they were until that bathroom door opened. Right now, Stud wasn’t the only one who would need a surgeon when she was finished. There wouldn’t be enough surgeons in Kentucky to put Train back together.

“Winter told me something, and when I asked Razer about it, he said Viper may have, but he hadn’t. I don’t believe him, though.” Beth’s troubled eyes met theirs. “Winter said that the men pick their replacement in case something happens to them. I think, when they share like Cash did, or let them watch like Shade had, it’s with the one they chose to watch over us if something happens.”

“That can’t be true,” Lily protested.

“It better not be.” Rachel’s red hair practically bristled.

“Rider comes over a lot. He goes to Willa’s a lot, too,” Beth mused.

“That’s because you both are always cooking.” Lily shook her head. Then her eyes grew thoughtful.

“So Train is Winter and your replacement?” Killyama looked at Rachel’s furious expression.

“He must be. Cash could have at least given me a choice if that’s true.”

“Who would you have you chosen?” Killyama couldn’t help asking.

Rachel’s face turned fire engine red. “I really hate to admit it, but I would have chosen Train, too. Of course that was before he became involved with you.”

“Of course.” Killyama rolled her eyes up to the low ceiling. “Who would you have picked, Beth?”

“Rider.” Beth’s red face was the only explanation she needed.

“Lily?”

“Knox.”

“You think Winter would have chosen Train?”

Both Beth and Lily answered, “Yes.”

“So, it stands to reason, Shade is Diamond’s replacement.”

The women nodded their agreement.

“If—and it’s a big if—Train gets serious, I wonder who he would pick for me?”

Rachel, Beth, and Lily stared at each other, and then turned toward her in unison.

“Rider,” Killyama repeated Beth’s answer, seeing if the three women agreed.

They all nodded.

“Rider it is, then.” Killyama squeezed through the women.

“What are you going to do?” It was easy to see that Rachel was the smartest of the three. Sex Piston didn’t count; she knew her well enough to know she was going to turn the tables on the men.

“If Train thinks he needs a replacement for if anything happens to him, who am I to argue? I think he should be afraid of dying.”

“Really? Why?”

How Lily could still be so innocent when she was married to Shade beat the hell out of her. Seeing she still didn’t understand, though, Killyama took pity on her. The other women’s panicked faces showed they didn’t need a picture or a map drawn out for them.

“Because I’m going to kill the fucker.”

26

“Where did Killyama go?” Train asked Razer when they finished their game, giving Stud and Cash the pool sticks.

“I think she went to the restroom.” Stud rolled the four ball across the table so that Cash could rack them.

“Thanks.” Train left the pool table, circling around Moon and the two women he had invited. The brother was half-lit as he yelled out to Rider that he needed some help. From his expression, Shade was going to send Moon on upstairs soon.

Train was irritated. Moon knew the rules. When Lily was in the room, none of the men were allowed to get shitfaced in front of her. Concerned that Lily was close by, yet not seeing her, he looked to Shade, who was looking for her, too.

Deciding to save the fool-hearty brother, Train waylaid Moon as he lifted one of the women’s dresses.

“Moon.” Train reached for his arm. “Brother, take it upstairs.”

“Liz and Deja want me to see who has the sexist thong. Want to help me choose? I asked Rider, but I don’t see—”

“Go upstairs,” Train repeated the request, seeing Shade was getting angrier by the minute due to not being able to find Lily and Moon’s loud voice.