“Why don’t you come with me? You haven’t slept in three nights.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Suit yourself. Crash, make sure you shower before work; you reek. That pizza you ordered had enough garlic on it to make a vampire comatose.”
“Want to give me a goodnight kiss?”
“Hell no. Besides, it’s morning.” Jewell shoved away from Crash when he jokingly tried to pull her down onto his lap. Dodging him, she escaped out of the kitchen.
Train showed his cards, pulling the pile of cash toward him.
Crash grunted, leaning back in his chair. “I’m all in, brother. Then I’m going to bed.”
“You don’t want to play another game?”
“You have all my money.”
Train took out his wallet and precisely tucked the bills inside. “I can give you a loan if you need it?”
“No thanks. I’ll borrow some money from Razer if I need it. He doesn’t charge interest.” Crash left, complaining about having to take another shower.
Train made a fresh pot of coffee, glad he hadn’t eaten a slice of the bizarre pizza Crash loved to order. It had five different meats and enough garlic to kill a horse, with jalapenos, onions, and pineapple on top. It always made his eyes water when Crash would carry the pizza box into the room.
He was cramming the box in the trash outside of the kitchen door when Razer stepped out of his house, heading toward him.
“Crash ordered pizza again?”
“He lives on that stuff.” Train held the door for him as they made their way inside. “I told him he was a heart attack waiting to happen, but he says the garlic keeps him healthy.” Train picked up his coffee cup as Razer poured himself one. “What has you up so early? You don’t have to be at work for another couple of hours.”
“Beth will be getting Noah and Chance ready for pre-school in an hour. I didn’t want the boys to see me sleeping on the couch.”
“You slept on the couch?”
“Beth and I got into a fight when I told her not to talk to Sex Piston and her crew anymore.”
“I can imagine how that went.”
“Like a ton of the bricks. She threatened to hurt me when I fell asleep.”
Train made them breakfast, and they were fixing their plates when Viper showed up. His face was haggard as he poured his coffee.
“I’d ask how your night went, but I can see that for myself.” Train offered him a piece of toast.
Viper shook his head, sitting down at the table with them.
“I take it Winter didn’t take your order any better than Beth did?” Razer bit into a piece of crispy bacon.
“Do you know how hard it is to live with two women who are mad at you?”
Train and Razer stared at him like he had lost his mind as Stori and Ember came in, arguing over which of them would cook breakfast and who would do the laundry.
“When Winter stopped yelling at me and locked me out of the bedroom, Aunt Shay let me have it. I should have stuck to my plan about building Aunt Shay her own house instead of building a two-story to give us our space. Now I’m stuck with two women who refuse to fix me a meal.”
“I wouldn’t eat it if she does. Winter can have a mean streak when she gets mad,” Train advised. “Did Shade call you last night? He was acting strange.”
“He called me an hour ago. What do you mean by strange?”
“He didn’t tell me why he called. What did he say to you?”
“He said he thinks he found a way to get Sasha out of trouble. He’ll call back tonight with more info.”
“That sounds good, right?”
“Let’s hope so. I feel like I dropped the ball on this one,” Viper said.
“You didn’t. I did. I wanted to punch myself in the face when Jewell told me about Killyama giving me that black eye.”
“I knew they were trouble the minute I walked into the Pink Slipper.” Razer stood up to refill the men’s coffee.
“I knew we weren’t getting rid of them when Winter invited them to our wedding.”
“If you three are all done feeling sorry for yourselves, can I wash your dishes?” Stori asked with her hands on her hips. “I need to get to work, and I want to start the dishwasher.”
Train helped Stori carry the dishes to the sink as the club members filed in to eat.
“Shade’s probably the only one who had a good night’s sleep, being away from Lily. Lucky called to tell me he was sleeping at the church, and Rachel spent the night at her brother’s house.” Viper stood up. The coffee had revived him, but he still looked exhausted.
“Which one?” Train asked as they headed toward the factory.
“Tate’s.”
“At least it wasn’t Greer’s. He wouldn’t let Cash live it down.”
“I’m sure he knows by now. The problem is, the women keep dragging everyone into our lives. I’m standing firm on this one. The wives need to know I mean business this time.”