Train's Clash
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Killyama let Lily and Beth get in line first. Train slid a big T-bone on her plate when it was her turn.
“Save me a place at the picnic table.”
Killyama nodded, finding a spot where they could sit. Moon, Rider, Willa, and Lucky were on the other side of her. She waited until Train sat down before starting to eat, letting the talk flow around her.
“You’re being quiet.”
She finished the bite she was chewing. “I’m enjoying my steak,” she complimented him.
“I aim to please.” He grinned.
Despite herself, she leaned closer to him, but then straightened when she saw Willa glance at them.
“If she says we make a cute couple, I’m going to puke,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Train squeezed her thigh under the table.
Relaxing, she finished the rest of her meal.
“You ready to cut your cake, Rider?” Willa asked.
“Hell yes.”
Sasha and Jewell got up to clear the empty plates, and Beth and Lily joined them. Killyama lifted her plate then started to lift Train’s.
“I’ll do that.” Stori stopped her, taking her plate and Train’s before she could get up. “Just stay. We can handle the cleanup.”
The other women all nodded.
Hurt, Killyama tried to keep it from showing. Even Lily and Beth hadn’t wanted her help.
Feeling ostracized, she remained sitting, watching as Rider went to stand next to his cake. She was confused. At Train’s birthday, he had opened his presents before the cake.
When Rider then made no move to cut his cake, Killyama looked around, seeing the whole club had gathered at the back door.
“Aren’t we supposed to watch him open his presents first?” she asked Train curiously.
“No. Just wait. We have a surprise.”
“I don’t have to watch someone strip, do I?”
“No, babe, you don’t have to watch anyone strip,” he said softly.
“Thanks for my birthday dinner.” Rider nodded to Viper who stood up from his seat to stand by the cake.
Killyama, feeling even more confused, watched Rider go stand with the members at the door.
“Today is Rider’s birthday,” Viper stated, and Killyama turned her attention to him. “But it’s also our opportunity to thank someone who accomplished something we couldn’t have done. Killyama brought Gavin home.”
Viper’s expression wrenched her heart. Her and Stud had gone to the hospital a few times to see Gavin, but he had been too bad off to visit. Viper had explained that the withdrawals were so severe that, as soon as he could be stabilized, he would be going to a rehab center that Dr. Price had suggested.
“I will never be able to express my gratitude, or The Last Riders’, with words, because they don’t exist. It doesn’t matter that you belong to the Destructors’, because you belong to us, too. Stud and I agreed you’re just too much for one club to handle. You not only got all eight votes, you got every man and woman’s who is a Last Rider.”
The yells and cheers that came from all the members had her covering her face with her hands.
“Gavin said you deserved a dozen roses, and since Gavin can’t be here to show you his appreciation for what you did for him, we wanted to make sure you got them.”
When Train pulled her hand down, she saw Sasha place a red rose on the picnic table in front of her.
“Thank you, Killyama … for everything.”
She moved away, and Jewell placed another one down.
“Thank you.” Jewell wiped her tears as she moved away.
One after another, the women laid red roses down in front of her.
After Lily laid her red rose down, she came around the table to lean down to hug her. “Thank you, Killyama.”
Beth then followed her sister’s example, and it was everything Killyama could do to maintain her composure.
She was relieved when the women stopped passing by her, almost ready to break.
“I’m the birthday boy, so I get to go first.” Rider laid a pink rose on the growing pile of red roses. “I bought my first collector Harley motorcycle for myself on my twenty-sixth birthday. I don’t want it. It’s yours.” He laid a keyring down in front of her. “Thank you, Killyama.”
Rider’s façade as a ladies’ man was missing. What she saw instead was heart-felt gratitude. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
Shade came next. At first, he didn’t speak as he laid down the pink flower. When he did, Killyama placed her hand over Train’s on her lap, gripping it tightly.
He laid a pistol case down on the table. “I got this gun from my father for my sixteenth birthday. I was saving it for John. I don’t want it anymore. You can have it.”
Lucky went next, setting down a Bible, a bottle of tequila, and a pink rose. “My mother bought me this Bible for my fifteenth birthday. I carried it with me every day when I was in the service. I don’t want it anymore. The tequila, I got for my last birthday. I don’t want it, either. May God bless you, Killyama. Thank you.”
She blinked back the tears that were gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Razer went next, laying down another pink rose. “Beth bought me a booklet of gift certificates for a year of meals at King’s restaurant. I don’t want it anymore. Thank you.”
Knox laid down a pink rose and a DVD collection of Zombie Apocalypse. “When I saw The Last Riders belt buckle that Train got for his birthday, I wanted one, too, so Diamond ordered one for me. She gave it to me as an early birthday present, and we already watched the DVDs. I really don’t want them and the buckle was too small. She’s going to buy me another one, so I don’t want it anymore. It’s yours. And anytime you get tired of bounty hunting, let me know. I’ll hire you as a deputy. Thank you.”
Cash laid down his pink rose. “My grandfather gave me this fishing pole for my birthday,” he said as he looked over the pole still in his hands. “It was the last birthday I was able to celebrate with him. It’s yours. I don’t want it anymore. Thank you, Killyama.”
As Cash walked away, giving the fishing pole one last look where he had laid it in front of her, the tears started slipping down her cheeks.
Viper was next, but Train turned to her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a necklace and placed it around her neck. “My mother wore this necklace every day of her life. She gave it to me for my birthday, the day before I entered the service, so I could keep a part of her while I was overseas. I don’t want it anymore. It’s yours.” The silver cross necklace sat snuggly in the curve of her throat. “Thank you, Killyama.”
Viper then laid down three pink roses. “One is from Train, one is from Gavin, and the last one is from me.” He looked up at the clubhouse as he told her, “Gavin and I bought this house when he decided this was where he wanted to build the factory. We split the property into different sections, giving some of the members a part of the land surrounding the club. Last year, I bought some land where I built my house.”
Viper laid down an envelope. “It’s not my birthday, but I asked Winter for her permission if I could gift it to you. She agreed. It’s on the other side of my house. We had planned to give it to Aisha when she grew up, but I’ve change my mind. We don’t want it anymore. It’s yours. I hope someday you and Train will build your home there.”
“Save me a place at the picnic table.”
Killyama nodded, finding a spot where they could sit. Moon, Rider, Willa, and Lucky were on the other side of her. She waited until Train sat down before starting to eat, letting the talk flow around her.
“You’re being quiet.”
She finished the bite she was chewing. “I’m enjoying my steak,” she complimented him.
“I aim to please.” He grinned.
Despite herself, she leaned closer to him, but then straightened when she saw Willa glance at them.
“If she says we make a cute couple, I’m going to puke,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Train squeezed her thigh under the table.
Relaxing, she finished the rest of her meal.
“You ready to cut your cake, Rider?” Willa asked.
“Hell yes.”
Sasha and Jewell got up to clear the empty plates, and Beth and Lily joined them. Killyama lifted her plate then started to lift Train’s.
“I’ll do that.” Stori stopped her, taking her plate and Train’s before she could get up. “Just stay. We can handle the cleanup.”
The other women all nodded.
Hurt, Killyama tried to keep it from showing. Even Lily and Beth hadn’t wanted her help.
Feeling ostracized, she remained sitting, watching as Rider went to stand next to his cake. She was confused. At Train’s birthday, he had opened his presents before the cake.
When Rider then made no move to cut his cake, Killyama looked around, seeing the whole club had gathered at the back door.
“Aren’t we supposed to watch him open his presents first?” she asked Train curiously.
“No. Just wait. We have a surprise.”
“I don’t have to watch someone strip, do I?”
“No, babe, you don’t have to watch anyone strip,” he said softly.
“Thanks for my birthday dinner.” Rider nodded to Viper who stood up from his seat to stand by the cake.
Killyama, feeling even more confused, watched Rider go stand with the members at the door.
“Today is Rider’s birthday,” Viper stated, and Killyama turned her attention to him. “But it’s also our opportunity to thank someone who accomplished something we couldn’t have done. Killyama brought Gavin home.”
Viper’s expression wrenched her heart. Her and Stud had gone to the hospital a few times to see Gavin, but he had been too bad off to visit. Viper had explained that the withdrawals were so severe that, as soon as he could be stabilized, he would be going to a rehab center that Dr. Price had suggested.
“I will never be able to express my gratitude, or The Last Riders’, with words, because they don’t exist. It doesn’t matter that you belong to the Destructors’, because you belong to us, too. Stud and I agreed you’re just too much for one club to handle. You not only got all eight votes, you got every man and woman’s who is a Last Rider.”
The yells and cheers that came from all the members had her covering her face with her hands.
“Gavin said you deserved a dozen roses, and since Gavin can’t be here to show you his appreciation for what you did for him, we wanted to make sure you got them.”
When Train pulled her hand down, she saw Sasha place a red rose on the picnic table in front of her.
“Thank you, Killyama … for everything.”
She moved away, and Jewell placed another one down.
“Thank you.” Jewell wiped her tears as she moved away.
One after another, the women laid red roses down in front of her.
After Lily laid her red rose down, she came around the table to lean down to hug her. “Thank you, Killyama.”
Beth then followed her sister’s example, and it was everything Killyama could do to maintain her composure.
She was relieved when the women stopped passing by her, almost ready to break.
“I’m the birthday boy, so I get to go first.” Rider laid a pink rose on the growing pile of red roses. “I bought my first collector Harley motorcycle for myself on my twenty-sixth birthday. I don’t want it. It’s yours.” He laid a keyring down in front of her. “Thank you, Killyama.”
Rider’s façade as a ladies’ man was missing. What she saw instead was heart-felt gratitude. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
Shade came next. At first, he didn’t speak as he laid down the pink flower. When he did, Killyama placed her hand over Train’s on her lap, gripping it tightly.
He laid a pistol case down on the table. “I got this gun from my father for my sixteenth birthday. I was saving it for John. I don’t want it anymore. You can have it.”
Lucky went next, setting down a Bible, a bottle of tequila, and a pink rose. “My mother bought me this Bible for my fifteenth birthday. I carried it with me every day when I was in the service. I don’t want it anymore. The tequila, I got for my last birthday. I don’t want it, either. May God bless you, Killyama. Thank you.”
She blinked back the tears that were gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Razer went next, laying down another pink rose. “Beth bought me a booklet of gift certificates for a year of meals at King’s restaurant. I don’t want it anymore. Thank you.”
Knox laid down a pink rose and a DVD collection of Zombie Apocalypse. “When I saw The Last Riders belt buckle that Train got for his birthday, I wanted one, too, so Diamond ordered one for me. She gave it to me as an early birthday present, and we already watched the DVDs. I really don’t want them and the buckle was too small. She’s going to buy me another one, so I don’t want it anymore. It’s yours. And anytime you get tired of bounty hunting, let me know. I’ll hire you as a deputy. Thank you.”
Cash laid down his pink rose. “My grandfather gave me this fishing pole for my birthday,” he said as he looked over the pole still in his hands. “It was the last birthday I was able to celebrate with him. It’s yours. I don’t want it anymore. Thank you, Killyama.”
As Cash walked away, giving the fishing pole one last look where he had laid it in front of her, the tears started slipping down her cheeks.
Viper was next, but Train turned to her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a necklace and placed it around her neck. “My mother wore this necklace every day of her life. She gave it to me for my birthday, the day before I entered the service, so I could keep a part of her while I was overseas. I don’t want it anymore. It’s yours.” The silver cross necklace sat snuggly in the curve of her throat. “Thank you, Killyama.”
Viper then laid down three pink roses. “One is from Train, one is from Gavin, and the last one is from me.” He looked up at the clubhouse as he told her, “Gavin and I bought this house when he decided this was where he wanted to build the factory. We split the property into different sections, giving some of the members a part of the land surrounding the club. Last year, I bought some land where I built my house.”
Viper laid down an envelope. “It’s not my birthday, but I asked Winter for her permission if I could gift it to you. She agreed. It’s on the other side of my house. We had planned to give it to Aisha when she grew up, but I’ve change my mind. We don’t want it anymore. It’s yours. I hope someday you and Train will build your home there.”
