“For years, you told us to keep our mouths shut about our connection. Me and Jonas are going to hear shit from The Last Riders that we know you. Ever since they became buddies with the Destructors, they’ve been meeting Stud at the clubhouse in Jamestown. Jonas nearly pissed himself when he saw Rider and Train riding through town, and they almost saw him. Hell, how are we supposed to explain why we were in Kentucky?”
“Tell them it’s none of their damn business. Besides, you don’t have anything to worry about. Those two shitheads couldn’t find their ass with their own two hands.”
“Are you listening to this?” Hammer asked Jonas. “I just spent three weeks with Train in a shithole. I may have even made a few jokes about him calling Treepoint a hellhole, and he would have done better picking Ohio to live in.”
“Why? Kentucky isn’t that bad.”
The men shook their heads at her. “When’s the last time you tried to buy beer on a Sunday? They have more churches than schools.”
Killyama leaned her head back on the seat. “So? Do what I do—buy it on a Saturday.”
“All I’m saying is, don’t blame me when they find out about our connection to you.”
“Like I said, they couldn’t find their ass with their own two hands. Let’s change the subject; your bitching is ruining my good mood.”
“You’re in a good mood?”
“Yeah, I am. Crawford is gonna be sitting in court tomorrow, and I’m gonna get my money back. So hell ya, I’m in a fucking great mood.”
“I’m glad you’re in a good mood. My ass is killing me.” Jonas leaned his seat back.
“I told you I’m not moving. You both can move back to Tennessee. I told you I wouldn’t leave Jamestown when we went into business together. When you moved to Knoxville, I did fine without you. It made no sense why you two moved back. I don’t need you both watching out for me anymore.”
“That’s not going to happen until you stop chasing after runners. We promised your dad we’d take care of you, so you’re stuck with us until you find someone else for the job, or you get married.” Hammer started laughing, and Jonas joined in.
Killyama bristled, straightening up in her seat. “I don’t know what’s so fucking funny.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you haven’t had a date in over a year. Or maybe because I can’t think of one man who’s willing to put up with your mouth. Or that you’ve sworn to slam any man’s head with a meat mallet if he tried to put a ring on your finger.”
Jonas unsuccessfully tried to dodge the punch she landed on his shoulder.
“What are you hitting me for? Hammer’s the one who said it, not me.”
“He’s driving, and you were laughing, too,” she snarled. “It’s not like you two are dating anyone, either.”
“That’s because we can’t find anyone to date in Jamestown.” Jonas shifted his seat back to a sitting position to make it harder for her to punch him again. “Most of the women are either married or trying to get a ring on their finger. I have to go to Lexington to get laid.”
“I can hook you up with … T.A. and Crazy Bitch.”
Both men shuddered.
“No thanks. I’d rather drive for three hours before I hook up with one of those scatterbrained bitches.”
“Me, too,” Jonas agreed.
“You’d be lucky if they would have you,” she protested. “T.A. is just like the women you like, Hammer. She has big boobs and—”
“Yes, she does. But she has a bad habit of being friends with you and Sex Piston. I don’t need her talking about my junk when she gets mad at me.”
“T.A. only talked about Pike’s little pecker when she broke up with him.”
“Once is enough. I can’t even drink a beer with him now because I keep hearing her call him dicklet in my mind. Then she compared him to Rabbit. Once a man hears a woman make fun of a man’s equipment, it fucks with his head. Doesn’t it?” Hammer looked at Jonas for confirmation.
“Don’t bring me into this conversation.”
“Pussy.” Killyama sat forward, placing her elbows on each of their seats. “Come on, Jonas; you’re perfect for Crazy Bitch.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because she scares him.” Hammer reached for the pack of gum he kept on the dashboard without taking his eyes off the road.
“Crazy Bitch is the sweetest woman I know.”
“That’s not saying much. Besides, I asked her out last year. She turned me down.”
“Really? She never told me. Did she say why?”
“She said I acted too nice. I even tried to give her flowers. She said she’d never trust a man who gave her flowers again.”
“I’ll talk to her.”
“Don’t bother. She said she wouldn’t date another man who couldn’t pass a lie detector when asked if they would ever hit her. By that point, I wanted to strangle her, so I knew I wouldn’t pass.”
“She didn’t mean it.”
“Yes, she did. I was only asking her on a date, not asking her to shack up with me.”
She shrugged. “It’s your loss.”
“Yes, it is … Thank God.”
“I’ll keep my eye out. You both are going to end up old and lonely if you don’t stop being so damn picky.”