Going to the trashcan beside the bar, he threw the box inside.
“Don’t throw it away. If you don’t want it, I’ll take it.” Cash strode to the trashcan, taking it out. “I can give it to Greer for his birthday.”
Train snatched it back from Cash. He had overreacted. He would keep it until he found out who sent it. If it was Killyama, he would give it back to her. Greer Porter wasn’t getting it.
“I changed my mind. Willa could have sent it to me.” Train hadn’t considered Willa before, but she liked giving presents out, so did Lily. Until he knew for sure, he would put it in his dresser.
“If you change your mind again, let me know. Greer’s birthday is next week.”
“You give Greer a wallet with my name, you’re practically begging Rachel to divorce you.”
“I don’t know why. It’s not like Greer can spell.” Cash laughed as he went back to the pool table.
“Greer might not be able to, but Rachel can.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Stori poked her head around the kitchen door to yell. Seeing Train, she came further into the room as the brothers nearly ran him down to get into the kitchen. “I saved you a big pork chop, and I put plenty of potatoes on it, just the way you like.”
Stori eagerly anticipated his praise for fixing his favorite meal. However, fatigue hit him and what appetite he’d had disappeared. The thought of spending the next hour gushing over how good the food was soured his stomach.
“Go ahead. I need to take a shower and get some sleep. Save my plate, and I’ll reheat it when I wake up.”
Stori’s face fell in disappointment. “Want me to join you? I snacked while I was cooking. I can—”
Train shook his head. “There’s no need for you to wait around for me to wake. Go keep Cash company. He’s probably missing Rachel.”
“Okay. Call me when you wake up, and I’ll warm the food for you.”
Nodding, he then went upstairs, trying to shake off the thought that Killyama had sent the wallet. Was it her way of saying she was sorry? Or had she ordered it before she had decided to bust Sasha? Either way, he placed it in his dresser before he showered, so he wouldn’t see it.
Train let the cold water run down his head, wetting his long hair. He needed to cut it. He liked to keep the length to his shoulders, but slicking it back, he realized it was down his back.
Naked, he stepped out of the shower then searched through the drawers until he found his scissors. Pulling his hair back, he braided it. Then he cut it at the length he wanted, dropping the end into the trash. Going back inside the shower, he finished washing off.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went to his bedroom, closing and locking the door before turning the light off and lying down on the empty bed. The silence struck him. Usually, one or more of the women stayed in his room at night. Well, they had before he had been an idiot and talked to Killyama that night at Rosie’s.
“Fuck.” Train raised his arm to cover his eyes. He had never been affected by a woman so much that he couldn’t fuck another to take his mind off her. That Killyama had accomplished the impossible feat filled him with self-loathing.
He would grab a couple hours sleep. When he woke up, he would fuck Stori, Jewell, and Ember. By morning, he wouldn’t remember Killyama’s name. If that didn’t work, he had a couple of the new recruits he hadn’t given his vote to yet. One way or another, he was going to forget she had ever shared his bed.
Unable to doze off with her on his mind, he reached for his cell phone. Viper answered on the first ring.
“I want to go to Ohio. A few days is all I’m asking.”
“Go then. Check with Jewell to make sure your shifts are covered.”
“I will. Thanks, brother.”
“Train … it’s not your fault that Sasha is sitting in jail.”
“I made it possible. You tried to warn me about Killyama, and I didn’t listen. Now Sasha is paying the price.”
Train could hear Viper’s sigh through the phone. “You didn’t let Sasha down, you didn’t let your mother down, and you didn’t let Gavin down. You don’t know how to let anyone down. That’s why I didn’t promote you to VP, even though you deserve it. It’s why I chose you to protect Winter and Aisha if anything happens to me. You were born a soldier; you don’t give up, no matter what hell is waiting.”
15
“Shade’s here.” Hammer turned to stare at her in the backseat. “You want me to give it to him?”
“No, we all will.” Killyama reached for the door handle.
“You can wait here. Me and Hammer will go.”
She ignored Jonas’s gruff offer, stiffly getting out of the car and heading toward Shade, who had his motorcycle parked at the back of convenience store, out of sight of The Last Riders’ clubhouse.
“We need to quit meeting like this,” Killyama joked, tossing Kane’s burner phone to him.