Train's Clash (The Last Riders Book 9) (10 page)

She looked up, surprising him. “Why are you staring at me that way? Afraid I’m going to freak out on you?”

“It crossed my mind.”

She tossed her clothes down then languidly stretched out on his bed. “Who has more stamina, you or Crash?”

She could tell he was debating on whether to tell her the truth or not. Like all men, his pride won out.

“Me.”

“Prove it.”

Train gave a relieved breath, lying down next to her and running a hand over her breasts. “I told you, you’re a dangerous woman.”

She raised herself over him, her nipples brushing his chest as she slipped between his thighs. Killyama brought her mouth to his cock, sucking the head inside before letting it pop out so she could lick the stem to his balls. She teased and tormented him the way he had done her downstairs, refusing to let him come, even when he broke into a cold sweat. She used her thumb every time she felt him almost climaxing, stopping it just short. It wasn’t her yells that filled the bedroom when she finally let him come.

She didn’t let him rest for long before she started in on him again, stroking him to his full-length. She made him prove his claim over and over again, not letting him fall asleep until the sun started rising outside his window.

“Go to sleep, lover.” Killyama spoke softly as his breathing deepened.

She lay there, resting her head on her hand as she stared down at him, memorizing his face. With a tender hand, she traced his chiseled jaw, his stubborn chin, smoothing the tired shadows under his lashes. Then, brushing a soft kiss to his lips, she slid away, putting on her clothes.

She stood looking down at him, wanting to get back in bed. Instead, she tenderly covered him with a blanket before going to the door.

With her hand on the doorknob, she paused, then quietly opened and closed the door, leaving the man she loved behind.

“
Y
ou sure
you want to do this?” Hammer asked as she was about to knock on the door.

Not pausing her knocking on the sturdy door, Killyama responded, “I’m sure.”

She straightened her shoulders when she heard the door opening. Rider’s face filled with shock when he saw her standing on the porch. Then his eyes went to Hammer and Jonas standing behind her.

“I want to talk to Viper,” she declared.

“Come in. I’ll get him. He’s in the kitchen.”

Killyama nodded, walking into the clubhouse she had left three hours before. She went into the large living room where all traces of the night before were gone while Hammer and Jonas stared around the club with interest.

“It doesn’t look this big from the road,” Jonas muttered under his breath as they flanked her.

Viper came out of the kitchen with Shade a minute later, not showing his surprise as Rider had, but his eyes were wary.

Shade and Rider followed their president’s lead as he came to stand in front of them.

“Morning, Killyama. Hammer, Jonas, it’s been a while since I’ve seen both of you.”

The men shook hands as Killyama heard doors opening from upstairs. She wondered sardonically which of the men had alerted the others above to come downstairs.

“Viper, Shade, it’s good to see you, too.” Hammer took his hand back.

Killyama raised an eyebrow at Hammer’s diffident tone. Then she got the men back on the track she wanted.

“If we’re all done shooting the shit, I want to talk to you.”

Train hurried down the steps, while Moon and Crash stayed at the top, looking over the banister. Ten to one, they were told to protect the women still sleeping.

“Go ahead. We’re all brothers here.”

She shrugged. “Fine. I’m here to call in the favor you owe me.”

Viper narrowed his eyes. “I was wondering when you were going to call it in.”

“Today’s the day.” She could see the men didn’t find her wisecrack humorous.

“What do you want?”

Killyama met Train’s eyes as he moved behind Viper. Fury glowed in them as they waited for her answer.

“Sasha. She has a warrant out for her arrest in Ohio. We’re here to take her back.”

“Sasha isn’t going—” Train tried to take a step forward, but Viper held out his arm, stopping him.

“You owe me, Viper. I didn’t ask for anything when I saved Winter’s ass.
You
made the offer. Now I’m calling it in. I want Sasha. It’s not a hard decision to make; you’re either going to keep your favor or not. I’m actually doing you a biggie. I could have called the State Police and told them where she was.”

“But you wouldn’t collect the bounty for that, would you?” Viper’s expression turned harsh.

“Well, there is that.” She shrugged. “Kentucky has been a pesky problem for me. The state doesn’t allow bounty hunters to make arrests. They have to go to the courthouse, and a judge orders the sheriff to make it. But I’m sure you all knew that, with Knox being on your payroll. Him and Diamond have been able to keep her from being re-arrested.” She grinned, trying once again at humor she didn’t feel. “I have to hand it to you guys; you managed to keep Sasha hidden in Ohio before stashing her where no one could get to her.”

“Ohio doesn’t have bounty hunters, either, so why do you care? Did Kane pay…?”

She tsked Viper. “Crash fucked up. You should consider hiring Jonas when you’re having someone investigated. I may be a licensed bounty hunter in Tennessee, but in Ohio, I’m a licensed surety bond agent. It’s amazing what you can accomplish on the internet, like earning a Criminal Justice degree and applying to different states for licenses.”

Viper’s lips tightened as he looked up at Moon. “Get Sasha.”

The man nodded then gave her a thunderous glower before he disappeared from sight.

“She is facing a hung jury. Her ex-boyfriend fabricated the charges. She didn’t steal any jewelry from Kane—”

“That’s not for us to decide; it’s the court’s decision.”

“Diamond is working on her case—”

“I would have gotten a lawyer in Ohio, one who knows how the good ol’ boy system works there. But that’s just me.”

Sex Piston was going to be furious when she heard that she had insulted her sister’s skills.

“What’s going on?” Sasha asked. The female Last Rider came down the steps, apprehensively moving toward the men.

Train and Rider moved closer to her in a protective gesture, and Sasha immediately put her trembling hand into Rider’s. She wanted to rip off the arm Train placed around her shoulders.

Moon must have told her to get dressed because she was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Even without makeup and casual clothes, Sasha was an attractive woman. It had taken Killyama two hours to get dressed for the party last night, and that was with Sex Piston doing her hair and makeup. Still, she didn’t look half as good as Sasha looked this morning right after getting out of bed.

Killyama assumed a cheerful smile as she continued to annihilate the men. “I’m here to take you back to Ohio. You missed your trial date, and your bond has been revoked.”

“I don’t want to go! Viper …”

Viper moved his condemning gaze away from her to look at Sasha in sympathy. “You have to go with her.”

“But—”

“Listen to me. I’ll get you out as soon as I can. I promise.”

Sasha started crying as Killyama stepped forward to take Sasha’s arm, but Rider and Train didn’t release their hold on her. Killyama didn’t back away, either.

“Viper, are we going to have a problem here?”

“Train, Rider, let her go.” Viper ordered.

When they angrily stepped away, Killyama took Sasha’s shaking arm, dodging the impassive look Shade gave her. He was the only one guarding his expression as she led her fugitive toward the door where Viper opened it for them, yet forced Killyama to stop when he didn’t move.

“I’m letting you take her because The Last Riders keep their word. We’re even now. I don’t want to see you in this clubhouse ever again. You got me?”

She refused to show how his words had deeply affected her. “No reason to come back. I got what I came for. I’ll get paid for taking Sasha back to Ohio, and sex with Train was just an added bonus.”

Train had moved so she would have to brush past him when she went out the door. And when she did, he flinched as if she had contaminated him.

“You fucking bitch. You had this planned all along, didn’t you?”

“Nothing gets past you, does it, lover?” Mockery might not have been the best choice when a man had been betrayed, but she never did anything half-assed.

Train sprung toward her, but Shade caught him around his waist, pulling him back before Hammer or Jonas could.

“Cool it. We’ll get Sasha back.”

“Yes, we will,” Train snarled. “Don’t worry, Sasha; I’ll keep your spot in my bed warm until you get back.”

His hate-filled tone had been directed toward her, and it struck like a hot poker to the heart. She made sure not to look around as she went out the door, afraid one of the intuitive men would see the hurt she tried to hide.

Knowing the club watched as they loaded Sasha into their vehicle, Killyama climbed into the backseat, sitting next to Sasha and never looking back at the clubhouse.

As Hammer pulled out of the parking lot, the only sound that could be heard was the cries of the woman sitting next to her.

“Quit crying,” she snapped. “It’s not like you’re going to the electric chair. You stole a couple of necklaces; you didn’t kill the fucker.”

“I didn’t steal anything,” she sobbed out. “Kane gave me one necklace, not two. He lied about that and the rest of the jewelry he claimed I stole.”

“Listen, I don’t care if you’re guilty or innocent. I leave that to twelve people to decide.”

“They are going to lock me away for years. I’m innocent, and you don’t care?” She sniffed her tears back.

“Nope.” She turned to stare out the back window, expecting to see some of The Last Riders following. So far, the road behind them was empty.

“What kind of person are you?”

Killyama shot her a glare. “One who works hard for her money.”

“Are you saying I don’t?”

“Bitch, what do I have to do to get it through your thick head that I do not care about anything to do with you? Not the charges brought against you, nor anything else concerning you, except the check I will get for bringing you to Ohio.”

“I feel sorry for you.”

“Feel sorry for yourself.” Killyama could stand a lot of things, but pity wasn’t one of them. “I’m not the one who hooked up with a loser who was sick of you banging a clubhouse full of men and pressed charges against you for stealing.”

While it didn’t make Sasha stop crying, that comment shut her mouth.

“Well, that was interesting,” Jonas remarked when they crossed the city line and entered the neighboring county. Finally relaxing, he reached for his coffee cup, and then handed her one.

“Thanks for the backup,” she said caustically. “Were you waiting for Train to punch me?”

“Did you see Shade?” Jonas mimicked Shade’s motions. “It was like watching a master at work.”

“Wow. I see where I am on the scale of importance to you fuckwads.”

“Be real. Hammer or I would have stepped in if we thought he would have hurt you. He might have shaken you, but you would have crushed his nuts if he had.”

“Train wouldn’t have touched you. He’s the sweetest man I know,” Sasha said.

Killyama should have known she wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“You shouldn’t have to. I heard you in his room all last night. Any woman who spends any time with him knows how considerate and gentle he is. Train’s my favorite. Well, him and Rider are pretty good, so it’s hard to pick.”

Killyama slouched down in her seat. “Jonas, shoot me.”

“Why, already regretting that Train won’t be inviting you over for any more sleepovers?”

“I don’t regret a damn thing. Why would I care? Train’s not keeping a spot warm for me,” she snapped.

When Sasha nodded, Killyama wanted to punch her in the face.

“No, he won’t, and you’ll be missing out. He’s the type to go downstairs and fix you something to eat when you’re hungry, buy your favorite body wash, and when you’re on your period, he rubs your belly.”

“Pull over!” Killyama ordered, practically yelling.

“What for?” Hammer took his eyes off the road to stare at her in the rearview mirror.

“I want Jonas to switch seats with me.”

“I’m not pulling over. The Last Riders could be behind us out of sight.”

“Oh, and did I forget to mention that he would work your shift if you want to get ready for the party?”

Killyama tried to climb into the front seat, but Jonas wouldn’t budge. Giving up, she had to listen to Sasha talk about Train’s attributes until they reached the interstate, which took an hour. When she ran out of things to say about him, she started talking about Rider. Apparently, he wasn’t as perfect as Train, because she started discussing Crash after five minutes.

“Oh, my God. Will someone shoot me already? Bitch, I know you’re making this shit up.”

“I’m not lying, I swear. If you take me back, they won’t be mad anymore. Well, maybe just a little.” She stared at her beseechingly then started crying again.

Killyama reached into the console, taking out the tissues and handing them to her.

“Thank you. Do you know if the other women prisoners are going to beat me up or make me their bitch?”

Killyama rubbed her forehead. They were still two hours away from the jail.

“You’ve been watching too much television. You’ve been in jail before.”

“I was only there for two hours before Moon bonded me out.”

“Moon must have someone in his back pocket to have you bonded out so fast.”

Sasha wiped her eyes with the tissue. “Not enough to manage to get the charges dropped. Please take me back.”

“Running away doesn’t solve anything. You need to face the charges. Were you just going to hide out for the rest of your life?”

“No, Diamond was trying to fix things for me.”

“Diamond and The Last Riders were putting their ass on the line by protecting you. It was only a matter time before the authorities in Ohio grew tired of waiting for Knox to arrest you. Would you be happy if Knox was arrested? Or Diamond lost her license to practice law? You say you care about Train and Rider; would you have cared if the State Police came knocking on the clubhouse door and one of them were hurt trying to sneak you out?”

Shamefaced, Sasha stared down at her lap. “I didn’t think of that. I’m so used to Viper and Moon taking care of things that I didn’t consider they could get hurt.”

“You’re a grown-ass woman. The only one who needs to be handling your business is you. Do you know how many women are behind bars because they trusted a man?” Killyama shook her head at the woman. “Do what you have to do to get this trouble taken care of without getting any of your friends hurt, and then get a new start on a future
you
control.”

Sasha’s crying stopped, and she remained quiet for the rest of the trip. Killyama expected her to start the waterworks again when they stopped at the jail and she helped her out of the back seat, but she remained calm.

Killyama watched as she was taken into the in-take room while Jonas filled out the paperwork. She could see Sasha pulling out her empty pockets.

Killyama asked a standing guard nearby if Ron was on duty. Then she asked if she could talk to him.

Waiting impatiently for him to show, Killyama watched as Sasha was told to remove her shoes by a female guard. The woman’s lips were beginning to tremble again.

“Hi, Rae. How can I help you?”

Hammer and Jonas frowned at her in puzzlement as she turned toward Ron.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“I’ll see what I can do. What do you need?” Ron was one of the few men she had grown to like since she had started working in this field. He was fifty years old and thirty pounds overweight, with a wife who was as in love with him as he with her.

Killyama walked to the side so no one could hear their conversation. “Could you give the woman I brought in her own cell and make sure no one messes with her? If you can lose her paperwork for a few days, I would appreciate it.”