“You don’t think I could have made Rider love me?” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “It would have been a piece of cake.”
Train linked his fingers with hers. “Babe, I don’t doubt you could have made Rider love you … if you had been given the chance. Why do you think his bike was messed up?”
Killyama narrowed her eyes on her husband’s unrepentant face. “You sabotaged Rider’s bike?”
“Yes. There wasn’t any way I was letting Rider have first dibs on you.”
She leaned up, kissing him. “Sneaky men make me hot.”
“Papa!” Their daughters came running into the room, lifting their arms to be held.
Train lifted them up, kissing each of their cheeks. “What have you hellions been up to? I was only gone ten minutes.”
“I love you, Papa.” Ela turned his face toward her.
“I love you more.” Bina made him turn to face her.
Killyama rolled her eyes toward the ceiling.
“Let’s go let your papa eat his lunch. You can tell him how much you both love him when you’re telling him about my broken vase.”
Train set the girls back down on their feet. “You two go ahead. We’re coming.”
Their little shoulders drooped as they obeyed their father’s order.
“I told you that boys are less trouble.”
“Lover, don’t blame me. I’m trying!” She pointed at her belly. “If this one isn’t a boy, you’re shit out of luck.”
“It’s a boy,” Train declared confidently, bending down to place a kiss on her stomach.
She ran her fingers lovingly through his hair, whispering, “From your lips to God’s ear.”
Sometime in the future…
The sound of the party taking place outside of the club was muted when he shut the door behind him. Going to the refrigerator, he pulled out another six-pack of beer, setting it down on the counter. Taking one out, he opened the bottle, his eyes catching the portrait hanging on the wall.
The large picture showed the founding members of The Last Riders. His eyes caught on the dark-eyed, somber man with the chain hanging down the side of his leg. He felt the same chain brush the side of his own leg when he turned toward the door.
“What’s taking so long, Clash?” a sultry voice asked. “Brick is looking for you.”
“Nothing.” Clash turned back to the picture, tilting his beer bottle in salute before taking a drink then grabbing the six-pack to leave. “I’m coming.”
Lucca
Made Men, #4
Sarah Brianne
Coming Soon!
Prologue
The Story Behind the Scar. The Story of Sadness, Grief, and Torture.
Pulling his classic black Cadillac onto the side of the street, he positioned himself perfectly to watch the house. Then he looked at the clock and saw he had timed it perfectly. School’s out.
He flipped his lighter off and on, off and on, waiting for her return. Lucca had never been good at sitting still, nor was he a very patient man when he was tired. The night before had been a long one, and his body still felt it this afternoon. Regardless, he had enjoyed every second of it.
Last night, he had lain Mr. Johnson to rest and held up his promise of fucking the blonde until she regretted it. Both things had satiated his dark side … for now, anyway.
Lucca flipped his lighter closed as a stuck-up BMW pulled into the driveway. He had never trusted a German car. The only thing good about it was its black paint color.
A strawberry blonde exited the car. Elle Buchanan. He couldn’t help the sneer he pasted on his face. His little brother was in big fucking trouble.
Watching her walk to the front door, he believed the girl only got prettier the more you looked at her.
It’s going to be a shame when I have to strangle the life out of her.
One thing was for sure, the girl was going to die, and nothing was going to save her. It was unfortunate she had been there when the trigger had been pulled, but some girls were just born unlucky, this one in particular. She was only going to make it another month to her eighteenth birthday.
The stuck-up looking car reversed, drawing back his attention. He wondered who would drop off a girl in this neighborhood. Truthfully, he was a little shocked this was the address, considering the girl had come from a prep school.
Looking at the clock again, he noticed there was a bit of time before Elle went to work. His gut told him to follow the car. Anyone she hung out with could possibly be collateral damage if her fucking mouth blabbed too much.
Lucca started his car, deciding to follow the BMW. He kept a good distance back, following it in a direction he hadn’t been expecting. This part of town was mostly owned by the city, along with some expensive restaurants and shops.