Train's Clash
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“Middle school. We’ve been friends ever since.”
“They the ones who came up with Killyama?”
“What? You don’t like it?”
He shrugged. “It’s different.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “My mother did.”
“Your mother?” Train laughed.
“Yep. Every time I got in trouble, she always said I was killing her.”
“Jesus, you’re killing me.”
“See? It’s contagious.”
“I can imagine you driving her crazy. I bet you turned her grey trying to keep up with you and your friends.”
“Nope. She had me when she was seventeen. My mama doesn’t have a grey hair yet. If she does, Sex Piston would have told me.”
“Your mother is living?”
“Yes. Yours?”
“No, both of my parents are dead.” Train licked his fingertips before putting out the joint. “I better get going before Rider comes out looking for me.”
She didn’t want to see him go. Hoping to convince him to stay a little longer, she trailed a finger down his chest to the V of his jeans, which he had zipped up but hadn’t buttoned. “You sure you don’t want another round? I’m better the second time around.”
Train placed his hand over her teasing finger. “No, I don’t want to fuck you …”
His blunt reply had her jerking her legs down. She picked up his T-shirt and tossed it at him as she maneuvered herself out of the car.
“Get out.”
“Wait. Listen to me—”
“There’s nothing to explain.”
As soon as Train stepped out of the car, Killyama slammed the door closed then opened the front door to slide in front of the steering wheel.
He tried to hold the door open to keep her from driving away, but she reached inside the glove box and took out the gun she kept there.
“Dude, either step back, or I’m going to shoot the first target I see.” She aimed her gun at his dick.
He hastily stepped back, dropping his hand from the door. “Just wait a minute. I wanted to—”
“Looks like neither one of us are going to get what we want.” She shut the door then started the motor, making sure to keeping the gun trained on him.
Her car jerked as she backed out then turned the wheel, making him leap out of the way.
 
“You fall asleep back there?” Hammer asked.
“No, I was remembering the other reason I like Jonas better. He doesn’t talk as much as you on the way back to Jamestown.”
“I don’t think you should go to the party tomorrow night. I’d feel better if you put some distance between you and The Last Riders.” Hammer sped up to pass a car that was going too slow to suit him.
“Why?” she asked cautiously. Had he found out what she had done with Train?
“For years, you told us to keep our mouths shut about our connection. Me and Jonas are going to hear shit from The Last Riders that we know you. Ever since they became buddies with the Destructors, they’ve been meeting Stud at the clubhouse in Jamestown. Jonas nearly pissed himself when he saw Rider and Train riding through town, and they almost saw him. Hell, how are we supposed to explain why we were in Kentucky?”
“Tell them it’s none of their damn business. Besides, you don’t have anything to worry about. Those two shitheads couldn’t find their ass with their own two hands.”
“Are you listening to this?” Hammer asked Jonas. “I just spent three weeks with Train in a shithole. I may have even made a few jokes about him calling Treepoint a hellhole, and he would have done better picking Ohio to live in.”
“Why? Kentucky isn’t that bad.”
The men shook their heads at her. “When’s the last time you tried to buy beer on a Sunday? They have more churches than schools.”
Killyama leaned her head back on the seat. “So? Do what I do—buy it on a Saturday.”
“All I’m saying is, don’t blame me when they find out about our connection to you.”
“Like I said, they couldn’t find their ass with their own two hands. Let’s change the subject; your bitching is ruining my good mood.”
“You’re in a good mood?”
“Yeah, I am. Crawford is gonna be sitting in court tomorrow, and I’m gonna get my money back. So hell ya, I’m in a fucking great mood.”
“I’m glad you’re in a good mood. My ass is killing me.” Jonas leaned his seat back.
“I told you I’m not moving. You both can move back to Tennessee. I told you I wouldn’t leave Jamestown when we went into business together. When you moved to Knoxville, I did fine without you. It made no sense why you two moved back. I don’t need you both watching out for me anymore.”
“That’s not going to happen until you stop chasing after runners. We promised your dad we’d take care of you, so you’re stuck with us until you find someone else for the job, or you get married.” Hammer started laughing, and Jonas joined in.
Killyama bristled, straightening up in her seat. “I don’t know what’s so fucking funny.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you haven’t had a date in over a year. Or maybe because I can’t think of one man who’s willing to put up with your mouth. Or that you’ve sworn to slam any man’s head with a meat mallet if he tried to put a ring on your finger.”
Jonas unsuccessfully tried to dodge the punch she landed on his shoulder.
“What are you hitting me for? Hammer’s the one who said it, not me.”
“He’s driving, and you were laughing, too,” she snarled. “It’s not like you two are dating anyone, either.”
“That’s because we can’t find anyone to date in Jamestown.” Jonas shifted his seat back to a sitting position to make it harder for her to punch him again. “Most of the women are either married or trying to get a ring on their finger. I have to go to Lexington to get laid.”
“I can hook you up with … T.A. and Crazy Bitch.”
Both men shuddered.
“No thanks. I’d rather drive for three hours before I hook up with one of those scatterbrained bitches.”
“Me, too,” Jonas agreed.
“You’d be lucky if they would have you,” she protested. “T.A. is just like the women you like, Hammer. She has big boobs and—”
“Yes, she does. But she has a bad habit of being friends with you and Sex Piston. I don’t need her talking about my junk when she gets mad at me.”
“T.A. only talked about Pike’s little pecker when she broke up with him.”
“Once is enough. I can’t even drink a beer with him now because I keep hearing her call him dicklet in my mind. Then she compared him to Rabbit. Once a man hears a woman make fun of a man’s equipment, it fucks with his head. Doesn’t it?” Hammer looked at Jonas for confirmation.
“Don’t bring me into this conversation.”
“Pussy.” Killyama sat forward, placing her elbows on each of their seats. “Come on, Jonas; you’re perfect for Crazy Bitch.”
“No.”