She gasped. “You’re leaving The Last Riders?”
He nodded. “I’ve already told Viper. I can deal with the Destructors. They aren’t The Last Riders, and I’ll miss them, but I’ll miss you more.”
“I’m not asking you to give up the club. Why’d you tell Viper you’re leaving? Dude, I’m not getting back with you. I told you that when you tried to talk to me after Gavin left for the hospital.”
“Maybe not, but at least I’ll be able to see you at the Destructors’ club. I miss you, Killy.”
She started pacing. “I’m not doing this with you. We are not getting back together. I don’t even know if I like you.”
“You love me.”
“No, I do not. This is crazy! You had Knox lock me up just to convince me I feel something I don’t.” She sat down on the bunk. “Leave, and tell Knox to bring the key. I want out.”
“I haven’t had sex since the last time we were together. I can’t eat. I don’t drink anymore. I don’t even watch the brothers have sex. I even found some more grey hairs. I owe Rider a hundred dollars because he knew I was thinking about you, and I didn’t pay attention to my cards.”
“I don’t love you.” She bit her trembling lip, turning her head so he couldn’t see the telltale sign.
“I’m even willing to forget my rule about you lying to me. I’ll even let you drive my bike.”
“You going to ride bitch?” She turned back to stare at him.
“Yes.”
“You had Rider hold me down!” She jumped toward the cells bars.
Train didn’t even try to move away, letting her strike at him, seeing the hurt she had felt when he had told Rider to hold her as he searched her pockets and bra reflected in her eyes.
Stopping, she gripped the bars between them until her hands turned white.
“I know, and I’m not sorry. All you had to do was ask me for the key, Killy. That was all you had to do, but you didn’t, because you couldn’t bring yourself to trust me.”
“I was afraid Crash would get suspicious and get the Road Demons to kill Gavin. It had nothing to do with trust. It had to do—”
“You couldn’t bring yourself to put your happiness over someone’s life. Do you know how rare you are? It’s why I love you so much … You fought like a wildcat to protect Winter, Lily … You’re a protector; you can’t help yourself.” Train pried her fingers from the bars, holding them in his hand. “If you had gone in the military, you would have had a uniform filled with medals.”
“Timothy didn’t want me to,” she admitted, watching his reaction. “My mother told you, didn’t she?”
“Yes.” He squeezed her hand. “She told me everything.”
Killyama sighed. “She doesn’t want to move.”
“I don’t want you to, either. Stay, Killy … please.”
“If I did like you …” She then added the end of her sentence hurriedly, “And I’m not saying I do. I don’t want you leaving The Last Riders. They might not like me, but they love you.”
“Babe …” He broke off at her dark look. “Killyama, they love you. We could compromise. Stay one week at The Last Riders’ compound, and then we can stay at your apartment the next week. We can take turns.”
“I’m not leaving my cat alone for a week.”
“There’s a large bedroom with its own bathroom where Lucky and Willa lived in until their house was built. It’s empty. Viper would let me have that room if I wanted it.”
“I could meet up with Sex Piston the week I live with you and drive in to Jamestown to meet up with Hammer and Jonas when I need to?” Killyama asked, hope brimming in her chest.
“Yes.”
His fake acceptance had her grinning. “You’re not going to bitch about me bounty hunting?”
“No, but when we get married, and you get pregnant, it stops.”
“Deal.” She turned his hand, shaking it hard.
“Don’t think I don’t know you accepted that deal because you never plan to marry me and have kids.”
“Doesn’t matter. A deal’s a deal. Now let me out of this hell hole.”
Train laughed. “Knox would be offended if he heard you call his cell a hell hole.”
“He’ll be lucky if I don’t sue his ass. I still might when he gives me my purse back, and I get my cell phone. I’m calling Diamond. Fucker said I littered with malice. Number one: it was his cup. Number two: he was the one who dropped it, so he was the one who was littering.”
“Killyama, you should have gone into politics.”
“I know, right? I might need to go to law school so I can put bastards like him away for good.” She pointed at the poster on the wall.
Train stared at the wanted posters, a frown furrowing his forehead. “What’s he wanted for?”
“For being ugly.”
He laughed. “You ever fuck in a jail cell?”
“No, and I’m not going to tonight. I’ve got to go—”
“I thought you would want to be with me tonight?” Train tried to kiss her.
“Not tonight. I gave Sex Piston forty-five dollars to buy dinner for me.”