Train put his hand on his handlebar. “I’m going to the hospital to find out how Killyama is doing. You all can come with me or stay here. I’m done talking.”
“Train, she doesn’t want you knowing.” Shade moved to stand in front of Train’s bike. “Have you changed your mind about wanting her to become a Last Rider?”
“You know I haven’t.” Train stared challengingly at Viper. He couldn’t make it any plainer to his president that Killyama was going to be a part of his life. If the club couldn’t accept that, they wouldn’t be a part of the future he was determined to have with her.
“You go in that hospital, telling her you forgive her and everything is all hunky-dory, Killyama will chew you up and spit you out.”
Train dropped his hands from the handlebars. Shade’s logic made sense. As badly as he wanted to go to the hospital, it wasn’t the best move.
“Learn from us, brother. Some of us have been right where you are. Build her trust first. Show her what you can give her that the Destructors can’t.”
“Like what?”
The Destructors were not The Last Riders, but the years she had spent with them, building strong relationships, Train couldn’t compete with that, not anytime soon.
“You already know that answer. She’s in love with you.” Shade fixed his steely gaze on him. “Killyama is devious as hell. Use it against her. You’re the best soldier in the club. You fought like a warrior when we were in the field and in the air. I never once worried that you wouldn’t fight your way through to bring us home.” Shade moved away from him, leaving the choice to him on whether they were going to force their way inside her room to see her or stay away for now. “A smart warrior would try to win her hand and win the war. Bring your princess home on her terms when she’s ready. We’ll all be waiting.”
17
Sasha’s dejected expression vanished the second an attractive police officer opened the green door, allowing her to leave the jail behind. Then a shrill scream could be heard in the air when she caught sight of the large group of the men who had been waiting for her, now walking toward her, which prompted a blossoming wide smile out of her.
“Train!” Sasha jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her into his arms, twirling the excited woman around in a circle before he passed her over to Rider, who gave her the same excessive greeting.
Moon took his turn next, planting a kiss on her mouth as she hurled herself into his arms. When it was Razer’s turn, he set her down after he caught her, giving her a tamer hug. Viper’s casual hug ended with him turning her toward the motorcycles. All of the men were smiling as they got on their bikes.
Sasha practically skipped to Train’s bike when Viper dropped his arm from her. Using Train’s shoulder to balance herself, she climbed behind him and snuggled close, wrapping her arms around him as they drove out of the parking garage. Train’s bike was swallowed up by The Last Riders who protectively surrounded them.
Killyama forced her eyes down to the cell she was holding. After a series of swipes on her screen, she walked down the ramp to the garage below, alighting the sidewalk outside the police station.
The taxi she had requested took fifteen minutes to arrive. Giving the driver the address, Killyama buckled her seat belt as he darted into the morning traffic. She had the cash ready, paying when the cab arrived at the hotel. She knew she had been busted before the driver could count his money and leave.
Hammer was angrily throwing his suitcase in the back of the Escalade. Jonas lifted his and her cases into the trunk, showing more restraint, but the infuriated glance he gave her as he closed the truck showed he was just as upset.
“You were supposed to get something to eat then rest until we got back from filling your prescriptions. Do I need to hire an interpreter so you can understand me?” Hammer asked snidely as soon as she was within earshot.
“I was tired of waiting and decided to go get my own food.” Killyama took her usual spot in the back seat as Hammer programmed their trip into the GPS.
“You need to take the medicine. There’s a drink in the bag.” Jonas handed her the bag that was sitting on the console next to him. From the aroma, there was food inside it, too. When she reached for the medicine bottles, Jonas watched as she took the pills before he turned back around. “You’ll get nauseous taking them on an empty stomach. Eat.”
She pulled out the wrapped biscuit, squirting a dollop of honey from the packet Jonas always remembered to get for her. She had no intention of antagonizing the men further. And she hadn’t missed their looks of concern when she had gotten out of the taxi.