Train's Clash
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“If he hits my car, you’re paying for the window.”
“Sucker couldn’t hit the side of a barn.” Crazy Bitch scooted up until she was hanging over the center console. “Sex Piston, hand me her wallet. She can give me the five dollars I saved her.”
“Crazy Bitch, if I pull over, you’re riding back to Jamestown in the trunk.”
They drove back to Jamestown after stopping for lunch. She dropped Fat Louise and T.A. off first.
Killyama looked at Sex Piston when she received another text messages. Sex Piston had been getting them for the last thirty miles.
“Is Stud texting you so much because we’re running late?”
Sex Piston and Crazy Bitch were going to the Destructors’ clubhouse, where they planned to hang out for a while. Stud was supposed to have met Sex Piston there twenty minutes ago.
“Stud and Lily,” Sex Piston explained. “I promised Rocky’s and Star’s hand-me-downs for the church store. They’re in my car. I was supposed to drop them by this morning, but you were bitching at me for being late to meet you. Stud’s mad because he’s hungry, and he wants to go out to eat.”
Killyama frowned as she parked behind the club. “Why can’t you just take them by her house tonight or in the morning?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her.” Sex Piston waved her phone in front of Killyama’s face. “Lily said that the mother she had promised the clothes to is supposed to be there in an hour. The lady doesn’t have a car, and a friend is bringing her to town to pick up the clothes. Lily says the woman can’t be back to town for another week.” Sex Piston gave a long suffering sigh. “I’ll go inside and tell Stud to go without me. It’s our date night.”
Crazy Bitch was already shaking her head. “Don’t look at me. My ass is already numb from riding in this back seat.”
“I’ll do it,” Killyama offered. “It won’t take long. You can get me a to-go order.”
“I can do that. What do you want?” She held her hand out for the money.
“Where are you going?”
“Stud promised me the Green’s Steak House.”
Killyama gave a low whistle. “What’d you do to deserve that?”
“You bitches don’t expect me to tell you all my secrets, do you?”
“Hell yes.”
“I’ll tell you when you get back. So, what do you want?”
Killyama opened her wallet, giving Sex Piston a twenty. “The cheapest steak on the menu.”
Sex Piston kept her hand held out. “A twenty couldn’t buy you a burger.”
Killyama gave her another twenty. “That better include a steak and a baked potato.”
Her hand still didn’t move. “They charge extra for sour cream.”
“I don’t need it.” She refused to fork over another dime.
“How about the tip? The waitress will add the cost of your meal to our bill.”
Killyama reluctantly gave her another five. “If it costs more than that, buy me the burger.”
“I’ll get the clothes out of my car.”
A few minutes later, Killyama left Sex Piston and Crazy Bitch, who were arguing whether or not Crazy Bitch could go with Sex Piston and Stud to dinner.
It was going to be a quick trip to Treepoint. She planned to be in and out. The diner was across the street from the church store, where The Last Riders ate frequently. If Train’s bike was there, then Lily was going to be shit out of luck. She had no intention of seeing Train again.
He had tried calling her every day for the last week, so she had blocked his numbers. She had even gone as far as blocking Beth’s and Lily’s numbers when she had heard Train’s voice after answering a call from Beth.
There weren’t any motorcycles sitting outside the diner, so she parked in front of the church store and took the clothes out of the trunk.
Lily saw her coming, holding the door open for her.
“I really appreciate you doing this.” Lily thanked her as she carried the two large bags to the counter.
“I wasn’t doing anything.” Killyama looked around the tidy store that Lily kept organized. She took in the sparse racks and shelves. “Looks like business has been too good.”
The store had catered to low income members of the attached church. However, Lily and Lucky, who was the pastor, had branched out to offer clothes and gently used household items to the whole town.
“It always does when the seasons change.” Lily started pulling the clothes Sex Piston had sent out of the bags. “This is going to help. There’s enough here for three or four families who have children this size.”
“I’ll be right back. I left something in the car.” Killyama headed to her car, taking out her wallet. Pulling out her checkbook, she filled out a check then signed it. Going back inside, she gave it to Lily. “You can use this to fill some of those racks.”
Lily stared down at the check. “I can’t take this—”
“I didn’t ask. I’m telling you.”
Killyama tried unsuccessfully to dodge her hug.
“Thank you so much, Killyama. I can even use some of this to buy a few backpacks for when school starts back up in the fall.”
“Use it for clothes and coats. I’ll make the Destructors kick-in for the Back to School Drive in a couple of months. Woman, quit hugging me. Someone coming in will get the wrong impression, like I’m nice or some shit.”
“You can’t hide good deeds from God.”
“Well, I hope he remembers this one when he meets me, and not the other stuff he’s going to blast me for when I arrive at the pearly gates. I better get going. Sex Piston is getting me dinner.”
“Speaking of good deeds; can you do one more for me, please?”
Her shoulders dropped. It was hard to tell Lily no. Hell, if Killyama had been born with those violet eyes, she would have ruled the world.
“What do you need?” Killyama put her wallet back in her purse.
“I’m waiting for Krista to come pick up the clothes Sex Piston sent, so I can’t leave the store. Do you mind going to the diner for me? I need a cup of coffee.”
Killyama raised a brow. “What’s wrong with the coffee in the pot behind you?”
“It’s decaffeinated. It’s all Shade lets me drink.”
“You ever think of shoving that pot up his ass when he says that to you?”
She shook her head. “That wouldn’t be a Christian thing to do.”
“Maybe not, but it would be effective.”
“I understand.” Lily practically pouted. “I’ve already taken up enough of your time. I can drink the decaffeinated.”
“Jeez … I’ll get it for you.”
Killyama brusquely left the church store, thinking, if one motorcycle was sitting outside, Lily would do without her coffee.
Since it was so close, she didn’t drive. Seeing no cars, she walked across the street where she saw Knox dressed in his sheriff uniform coming out of the diner, carrying his coffee cup.
“Hey, Knox,” Killyama greeted.
“Didn’t you see the crosswalk?”
“What crosswalk?” she joked.