Train's Clash
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“If—and it’s a big if—Train gets serious, I wonder who he would pick for me?”
Rachel, Beth, and Lily stared at each other, and then turned toward her in unison.
“Rider,” Killyama repeated Beth’s answer, seeing if the three women agreed.
They all nodded.
“Rider it is, then.” Killyama squeezed through the women.
“What are you going to do?” It was easy to see that Rachel was the smartest of the three. Sex Piston didn’t count; she knew her well enough to know she was going to turn the tables on the men.
“If Train thinks he needs a replacement for if anything happens to him, who am I to argue? I think he should be afraid of dying.”
“Really? Why?”
How Lily could still be so innocent when she was married to Shade beat the hell out of her. Seeing she still didn’t understand, though, Killyama took pity on her. The other women’s panicked faces showed they didn’t need a picture or a map drawn out for them.
“Because I’m going to kill the fucker.”
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“Where did Killyama go?” Train asked Razer when they finished their game, giving Stud and Cash the pool sticks.
“I think she went to the restroom.” Stud rolled the four ball across the table so that Cash could rack them.
“Thanks.” Train left the pool table, circling around Moon and the two women he had invited. The brother was half-lit as he yelled out to Rider that he needed some help. From his expression, Shade was going to send Moon on upstairs soon.
Train was irritated. Moon knew the rules. When Lily was in the room, none of the men were allowed to get shitfaced in front of her. Concerned that Lily was close by, yet not seeing her, he looked to Shade, who was looking for her, too.
Deciding to save the fool-hearty brother, Train waylaid Moon as he lifted one of the women’s dresses.
“Moon.” Train reached for his arm. “Brother, take it upstairs.”
“Liz and Deja want me to see who has the sexist thong. Want to help me choose? I asked Rider, but I don’t see—”
“Go upstairs,” Train repeated the request, seeing Shade was getting angrier by the minute due to not being able to find Lily and Moon’s loud voice.
“I will. Let me—”
“Now, Moon.” Lucky’s harsh voice had Moon realizing he had fucked up.
“I’m going. Let’s go, Liz, Deja. Tell Shade I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“You can tell him yourself in the morning.”
Lucky blocked Shade as he neared. “I took care of it, Shade. Moon’s taking his party upstairs.”
“Moon, I warned you. If Lily gets upset—”
“She’s fine, Shade. She’s with Beth and Rachel.” Lucky nodded to where the women were standing.
“Where’s Killyama? I thought she was with them.” Train’s gaze came to a halt when he saw where she was.
The woman had somehow gotten past him without him noticing. She was leaning over the pool table to make a shot while Rider was standing on the other side, practically drooling at the bounty she was giving him.
Train brushed past Moon, striding toward the pool table.
“Where have you been?” he asked her as he stared Rider down. The man was too enthralled to notice.
“I saw you were busy, so I asked if Rider wanted to play.”
The woman didn’t clear her throat, so Train knew the seductive tone she used had been deliberate.
“Are you pissed at me because I played a game with Razer and left you alone?” Train couldn’t understand what had happened to the woman.
“Lover, I don’t need a babysitter.”
Train almost swallowed his own tongue when Killyama called him lover. The sensual tone had his dick pressing against his jeans.
“Then explain to me what—”
“Can any of your bitches make this shot?” Killyama turned her back to the pool table. Leaning backward until her head was on top of the pool table, she braced the pool stick between her tits. Then she turned her head to the side, and with a flick of her wrist, the stick struck the cue ball, sending the blue ball spinning into the pocket in front of Rider.
“No.” Train burrowed his hands in his pockets to keep from taking the pool stick away from her.
“Can you show me that again?” Rider asked when she straightened.
“I didn’t know you were so … limber.” Train picked up one of the pool balls and lightly tossed it in the air. Rider received his silent threat and closed his mouth.
“You think you know all my secrets just because you fucked me a few times?”
Train rested his hip against the pool table when he heard a quarrel taking place by the bar. He looked away from Killyama to see who it was, and saw Beth and Razer arguing. Lily and Shade were also fighting by the kitchen door. Evidently, Lily wasn’t ready to leave, and she was telling her husband no.
Sex Piston, T.A., and Crazy Bitch were sitting on top on the bar. At first, Train thought they were enjoying Razer and Beth’s argument, then it dawned on him who they were watching. Him and Killyama.
“I don’t need you to drive me home!” Train heard Rachel’s yell as she threatened Cash with an empty beer bottle. “I texted Greer to come pick me up.”
Train could see her fury from across the room. Cash was trying to placate Rachel, but she wasn’t listening to anything he said.
Giving the beer bottle to Willa, who was trying to calm her down, Rachel shook her head toward Cash as she told Willa what started the argument. Train couldn’t hear why, but from Willa’s reaction, it was bad.
“Lucky!” Willa quit trying to play peacemaker between Rachel and Cash, hunting for her husband with the beer bottle in her hand, and her other hand on her pregnant as if the unborn baby was just as upset as it’s mother.
“What did you start?” Train tried to take the pool stick away from Killyama before he left to try to calm the escalating arguments in the room.
He nearly tripped over his own feet when she spun around, the pool stick swinging through the air. Train felt the whoosh of air and managed to duck in time to save himself.
“What are you doing?” You almost hit me—” Train ducked again.
Fed up, he tried to take the pool stick away. Then he quickly backed up a step when she pointed it at him.
“Move along, fucker. Next time, I won’t miss.” She was waving that pool stick like a teacher would wave a ruler.
Train debated if he should take it away from her forcefully, when Cash and Rachel’s argument went from bad to worse. Greer had arrived to pick up his sister and wanted to know why she was so upset. From there, it became hell. The fight that broke out between Cash and Greer became the priority.
When he started to go break up the fight, he heard Killyama ask Rider to rack the balls. Train stopped in his tracks, seeing Killyama shove the rack across the table toward Rider as he pulled two balls out of the side pocket in front of him.
“Don’t want to miss those … lover.”
Those last four words caused a bloodcurdling yell to come instinctively from Train. He dragged Rider across the pool table as Rider tried to defend himself, but Train gave him no chance before his fist shot out, nailing Rider in the mouth.
Rachel, Beth, and Lily stared at each other, and then turned toward her in unison.
“Rider,” Killyama repeated Beth’s answer, seeing if the three women agreed.
They all nodded.
“Rider it is, then.” Killyama squeezed through the women.
“What are you going to do?” It was easy to see that Rachel was the smartest of the three. Sex Piston didn’t count; she knew her well enough to know she was going to turn the tables on the men.
“If Train thinks he needs a replacement for if anything happens to him, who am I to argue? I think he should be afraid of dying.”
“Really? Why?”
How Lily could still be so innocent when she was married to Shade beat the hell out of her. Seeing she still didn’t understand, though, Killyama took pity on her. The other women’s panicked faces showed they didn’t need a picture or a map drawn out for them.
“Because I’m going to kill the fucker.”
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“Where did Killyama go?” Train asked Razer when they finished their game, giving Stud and Cash the pool sticks.
“I think she went to the restroom.” Stud rolled the four ball across the table so that Cash could rack them.
“Thanks.” Train left the pool table, circling around Moon and the two women he had invited. The brother was half-lit as he yelled out to Rider that he needed some help. From his expression, Shade was going to send Moon on upstairs soon.
Train was irritated. Moon knew the rules. When Lily was in the room, none of the men were allowed to get shitfaced in front of her. Concerned that Lily was close by, yet not seeing her, he looked to Shade, who was looking for her, too.
Deciding to save the fool-hearty brother, Train waylaid Moon as he lifted one of the women’s dresses.
“Moon.” Train reached for his arm. “Brother, take it upstairs.”
“Liz and Deja want me to see who has the sexist thong. Want to help me choose? I asked Rider, but I don’t see—”
“Go upstairs,” Train repeated the request, seeing Shade was getting angrier by the minute due to not being able to find Lily and Moon’s loud voice.
“I will. Let me—”
“Now, Moon.” Lucky’s harsh voice had Moon realizing he had fucked up.
“I’m going. Let’s go, Liz, Deja. Tell Shade I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“You can tell him yourself in the morning.”
Lucky blocked Shade as he neared. “I took care of it, Shade. Moon’s taking his party upstairs.”
“Moon, I warned you. If Lily gets upset—”
“She’s fine, Shade. She’s with Beth and Rachel.” Lucky nodded to where the women were standing.
“Where’s Killyama? I thought she was with them.” Train’s gaze came to a halt when he saw where she was.
The woman had somehow gotten past him without him noticing. She was leaning over the pool table to make a shot while Rider was standing on the other side, practically drooling at the bounty she was giving him.
Train brushed past Moon, striding toward the pool table.
“Where have you been?” he asked her as he stared Rider down. The man was too enthralled to notice.
“I saw you were busy, so I asked if Rider wanted to play.”
The woman didn’t clear her throat, so Train knew the seductive tone she used had been deliberate.
“Are you pissed at me because I played a game with Razer and left you alone?” Train couldn’t understand what had happened to the woman.
“Lover, I don’t need a babysitter.”
Train almost swallowed his own tongue when Killyama called him lover. The sensual tone had his dick pressing against his jeans.
“Then explain to me what—”
“Can any of your bitches make this shot?” Killyama turned her back to the pool table. Leaning backward until her head was on top of the pool table, she braced the pool stick between her tits. Then she turned her head to the side, and with a flick of her wrist, the stick struck the cue ball, sending the blue ball spinning into the pocket in front of Rider.
“No.” Train burrowed his hands in his pockets to keep from taking the pool stick away from her.
“Can you show me that again?” Rider asked when she straightened.
“I didn’t know you were so … limber.” Train picked up one of the pool balls and lightly tossed it in the air. Rider received his silent threat and closed his mouth.
“You think you know all my secrets just because you fucked me a few times?”
Train rested his hip against the pool table when he heard a quarrel taking place by the bar. He looked away from Killyama to see who it was, and saw Beth and Razer arguing. Lily and Shade were also fighting by the kitchen door. Evidently, Lily wasn’t ready to leave, and she was telling her husband no.
Sex Piston, T.A., and Crazy Bitch were sitting on top on the bar. At first, Train thought they were enjoying Razer and Beth’s argument, then it dawned on him who they were watching. Him and Killyama.
“I don’t need you to drive me home!” Train heard Rachel’s yell as she threatened Cash with an empty beer bottle. “I texted Greer to come pick me up.”
Train could see her fury from across the room. Cash was trying to placate Rachel, but she wasn’t listening to anything he said.
Giving the beer bottle to Willa, who was trying to calm her down, Rachel shook her head toward Cash as she told Willa what started the argument. Train couldn’t hear why, but from Willa’s reaction, it was bad.
“Lucky!” Willa quit trying to play peacemaker between Rachel and Cash, hunting for her husband with the beer bottle in her hand, and her other hand on her pregnant as if the unborn baby was just as upset as it’s mother.
“What did you start?” Train tried to take the pool stick away from Killyama before he left to try to calm the escalating arguments in the room.
He nearly tripped over his own feet when she spun around, the pool stick swinging through the air. Train felt the whoosh of air and managed to duck in time to save himself.
“What are you doing?” You almost hit me—” Train ducked again.
Fed up, he tried to take the pool stick away. Then he quickly backed up a step when she pointed it at him.
“Move along, fucker. Next time, I won’t miss.” She was waving that pool stick like a teacher would wave a ruler.
Train debated if he should take it away from her forcefully, when Cash and Rachel’s argument went from bad to worse. Greer had arrived to pick up his sister and wanted to know why she was so upset. From there, it became hell. The fight that broke out between Cash and Greer became the priority.
When he started to go break up the fight, he heard Killyama ask Rider to rack the balls. Train stopped in his tracks, seeing Killyama shove the rack across the table toward Rider as he pulled two balls out of the side pocket in front of him.
“Don’t want to miss those … lover.”
Those last four words caused a bloodcurdling yell to come instinctively from Train. He dragged Rider across the pool table as Rider tried to defend himself, but Train gave him no chance before his fist shot out, nailing Rider in the mouth.
