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)
“Which one?” Train asked as they headed toward the factory.
“Tate’s.”
“At least it wasn’t Greer’s. He wouldn’t let Cash live it down.”
“I’m sure he knows by now. The problem is, the women keep dragging everyone into our lives. I’m standing firm on this one. The wives need to know I mean business this time.”
The three men angrily turned around as Stori and Ember, who had walked out behind them, listening, started laughing.
“Seriously, those women have you by the balls. What about Diamond? You can’t expect her to stay away from her own sister.” Stori hastily wiped her laughter from her face.
“I don’t know. Why not? They fight off and on with one another. Knox said they once went two years without talking.”
“That’s because they were mad at each other, not because a man told them to.”
“I’m the president of The Last Riders, and the women are all part of the club, for better or worse. When they married into the club, they became my responsibility, and having anything to do with that underhanded bitch is detrimental to us all.”
“I don’t remember that part of the wedding vows.” Skeptically, Stori stared at the two married in the group.
“It was implied,” Train spoke up, agreeing with Viper.
“I agree,” Razer backed up his president.
“I don’t think the women will agree, but what do I know? I just thought I would give you a woman’s opinion.” Stori linked her arm with Train’s. “Can you talk Jewell into letting me get off early? I want to make pork chop casserole for dinner. I know how much you like it.”
Train smiled down at her. She was like a breath of fresh air. Killyama had used him to achieve her own ends, but Stori didn’t want anything from him, only to make him happy. She catered to all the men in the club and was one of the few women who didn’t argue with the other female members. She was the opposite of Killyama, and exactly what he needed right now.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He was supposed to get off at three. He would ask Jewell if he could work until four so Stori could get off.
By afternoon, Train felt as bad as Viper had that morning. When Stori left, giving him a hug, he regretted offering to let her off early. The three sleepless nights had taken their toll on him. He had finally succeeded in driving himself to exhaustion.
The delivery truck had to be loaded with Cash’s help. When they were done, he went back inside the factory to see most of the workers had left. Cash had already gone up to the clubhouse, and Jewell was about to leave.
“A package came for you,” she told him. “I laid it on your workstation. Lock up when you leave.”
“Will do.”
Curious, Train picked up the small package. He had seen the UPS arrive when he was loading the truck, but he had thought it was for the factory. He never received packages. He had no family, all of his friends lived at the clubhouse, and he hadn’t ordered anything.
He took out his pocketknife, running it across the top of the box. Closing his knife, he opened the package, finding another box inside.
Lifting the lid, he stared down in astonishment. Wrapped in tissue paper was a brand new black wallet with a chain attached.
Train touched it, feeling the buttery soft leather in his hand as he ran his thumb over the Navy insignia at one corner.
The expensive wallet was something he would have never bought for himself. He would think it was a mistake and that Jewell had gotten the name of whom it was meant for wrong, except the wallet was engraved with his nickname across the top.
He searched for the invoice to see who had sent it, or if there was a card he had missed, but there wasn’t anything. Then he took out his phone to search the company found on the return address on the main box, wanting to see if they could tell him who had sent it. However, they were closed. He would have to call back tomorrow.
Maybe Sasha had ordered it. She was always ordering something, but he didn’t think so. Usually, he or Rider gave her their credit cards when they wanted to splurge on the women. He couldn’t see any of the brothers buying the wallet for him, either.
Train locked up the factory before heading into the clubhouse. The brothers were already in the living room, relaxing and waiting for dinner.
“What do you have there?” Cash held on to his pool stick as Crash took his turn.
“Someone sent me a wallet.” Train lifted the lid of the box so that Cash and Crash could see.
“Nice. Who sent it?” Crash lifted the wallet so the others could get a look.