Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Hammer’s jaw clenched. “In and out, just like we planned.”
“Yes.” Killyama gave one curt nod. “Jonas?”
He nodded reluctantly. “Fine,” he growled. “But I’m checking your equipment myself.”
“Good.” She briefly squeezed their arms before she took the cell phone from Hammer. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“You want to play a game of pool?” Rider asked Train as he passed through the club room after dinner.
“No thanks. I’m just going to go to my room and watch the news.” Train started to pass Rider, but then felt one of the women jump on his back.
“That’s all you ever do anymore. Come on; stay down here for a while.” A pair of breasts rubbed against his back. “I want to play spin the bottle. Moon and Crash said they’ll play.”
“You don’t need me, Stori. Some other time.” Like when Killyama is here, Train thought to himself.
He was helping Stori off his back when he felt his cell phone vibrating. Looking down, he felt the sting of disappointment that it wasn’t Killyama. Every day of the last two weeks he had hoped she would call to return the numerous messages he had left her.
“Hey, Stud, what’s up?”
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“I just finished your bike. I wanted to see if you wanted to take it out and break it in.” Stud’s enthusiastic voice sounded like he expected Train to be just as excited.
“I’ll come pick it up tomorrow. It’s been a long day.” The enjoyment of looking forward to the bike was gone.
“Come on; give a brother a break. I’ve been cooped up with four kids, and a wife who is mad at me because I forgot to start dinner. I rode it to the clubhouse. The brothers are sick with envy.”
“Is Killyama going to be there?” Train asked. The tracker he had placed on her phone showed she was home.
“No. I think she’s at home tonight.”
“All right. Give me thirty minutes.” Maybe he could use his new bike as an excuse for stopping by her apartment to show it to her, something to break the ice. He had already promised himself another week of waiting, then he had planned to take matters into his own hands.
“Ask Shade if he wants to come with you. He’s been wanting me to make one for him, too. I’ve already sketched it out for him.”
“If you rode my new bike to the Destructors’ clubhouse, how are you going to get home?”
“I keep a spare bike behind the club. Don’t forget your trailer, or you could let Shade ride bitch,” Stud joked.
“I’m not even going to tell him you said that. The brother has no sense of humor. Give me an extra five to hook up the trailer, and we’ll be on our way.”
Train disconnected Stud’s call then dialed Shade’s number. He went to the hall closet, pulling out his jacket as members began moving the furniture so they could play their game.
“Stud just called,” he said when Shade answered. “My bike is ready for pick up. He wants us to come over to Jamestown to break it in. You in?”
“No, I’m giving John his bath.”
“That’s fine. I’ll tell Stud. He said he has the sketch of the bike you decided to buy—”
“Wait.” Train could hear Shade turning off the water. “Stud said I wanted to buy one of his bikes?”
“Yes. Did he get it wrong?”
“No. It’s just been a while since I asked him. When are you leaving?”
“I’m getting ready to hook the trailer up now. Five minutes give you enough time?”
“Give me ten. I need to get John dried off and dressed for bed.”
“Sounds good.” Train hung up, seeing that Moon had spun the bottle and it had landed on Sasha.
“You sure you don’t want to play?” Sasha had already lost her top and bra. “Moon dared me to give him a blowjob.”
“How’s that a dare?”
“He dared me to do it hanging off the bar.”
Moon was already helping her onto the bar.
Shaking his head at their antics, he told them, “I’ll see you guys later. I’m going to ride my new bike.”
The men didn’t pay any attention to his leaving, too intent on Sasha.
Stori had Crash lift her up onto the bar, too, so she could see if she could do it.
Either he was going to have to get Killyama back soon, or he was going to have to stop watching the brothers play until he could.
He had finished hooking the trailer up when Shade appeared out of the darkness.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” Train grasped his chest. “Where the hell did you come from? I didn’t see you come out of the club or down the pathway.”
“I needed to get my bag out of the factory.” Shade tossed his special ops bag in the back seat of the truck. “Help me get my bike on the trailer. I’ll ride in the truck with you.” From the warning glint in Shade’s eyes, Train didn’t ask any questions, just helped him roll his bike onto the trailer.