Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)
She stopped him before he could go through the kitchen door. Putting her hands on his cheeks, she gave him an inviting kiss that had him wanting to miss dinner.
“How hungry are you? We could get something later.”
She struggled out of his arms. “That’s why I didn’t want to kiss you—you have a one-track mind.”
“Believe me; I have two or three things on mind right now.”
“As long as it doesn’t involve Rider, I’m game,” she taunted, pushing the kitchen door open.
Train let her escape. She was going to need her strength for what he had planned for tonight.
They made their plates in the kitchen where Stori and Jewell had set a dinner buffet. Then they carried them into the dining room.
Train sat at the end of the table where Lily told him to sit, and Killyama sat down next to him with Lily and Shade sitting on his other side. Beth and Razer were on Killyama’s other side. The two women started talking immediately to her while Train ate, watching her reaction to them.
She asked who they had suckered into babysitting for them, and they laughingly said Bliss, Darcy, and Drake. Then she sat quietly as she ate, listening as they recounted how excited the boys were that they were going to eat out at the diner.
The longer Train listened, the more he understood it was deeply engrained in her personality to not draw notice to herself. She would respond to them when they talked to her, but she never said anything that would turn the conversation toward her. When he thought about it, he realized she would make a cutting comment or insult someone only if she wanted to be noticed.
In some point in her life, she had to have been taught how to be a shadow of herself. The times she couldn’t handle being invisible, she struck out. Train didn’t think it was her mother, or Hammer and Jonas. They had been the ones who had taught her to strike back. That left only one person. The man Killyama refused to name: her father.
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Killyama stared at the plate of food, cutting a piece of the delicious pork chop surrounded by potatoes and cheese. She would have to ask Beth for the recipe. Hammer and Jonas loved meat and potato dishes.
She finished her plate, refusing Train’s offer to get her seconds.
“I’ll have to go to the gym tomorrow to work off what I’ve already eaten.”
“You can eat another plate. I plan to work it off you tonight.”
“You eat another plate as big as the one you just ate, you won’t be able to walk up those steps, much less fuck me when you get there.”
She rolled her eyes at Lily’s and Beth’s flushed faces. Bitches acted like they had on chastity belts under their dresses.
Shade and Razer trailed after Train to refill their plates.
“They eat any more of that casserole, I won’t be the only one not getting laid tonight.” She stared down at the women’s only partially eaten dinner. Neither of them had put the best part of the dinner on their plates. “Are you two sick or something? You didn’t eat much. You should have tried that casserole …”
Beth cut her green beans into tiny dots. “We’ve eaten it before.”
“It’s a little heavy on my stomach,” Lily explained.
“Mine, too. Thank God I didn’t wear my leather pants tonight. The ones I’m wearing have elastic. I saved room for the cake Willa made for Train. Before I forget, can you text me that recipe for the casserole? Hammer and Jonas will eat that shit up …”
A light finally went on over her head when she saw the secretive look the two sisters shared.
“If you don’t—”
“That’s not it,” Beth hastened to stop her.
“Then what is it?” She narrowed her eyes at them.
“It’s the men’s favorite dish, especially Train’s.”
“Which bitch makes it? Or do all the women make it for them?”
“Stori, and don’t bother asking her for the recipe. She won’t give it out. I even tried to make it several times from recipes I found on the web. Razer says it’s good, but even I can tell it doesn’t taste the same.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Saves you from making dinner when she cooks it.” She gave them a speculative look. “It doesn’t look like it bothers you when Razer and Shade scarf down that candy Willa makes.”
“Stori isn’t Willa. And Willa gave us her recipe. She even helped us make it the first couple of times.”
She stared at the women, shocked. Beth and Lily weren’t like her. They were nice. She could even see Rachel, who was sitting further down, was agreeing with them.
“I thought you would be mad about it, too. Train usually drools over her when she makes it for him.”
Killyama shrugged. “I don’t worry about what other women put on a plate to give my man. It’s under the covers I worry about. You bitches are just being sensitive.”