Train’s lashes lowered. He had hoped to see her before she left. “That’s fine. I’ll still wait.”
“Fucker, what are you not getting? Are you stupid? You think you can try to use my man to get back in my bitch’s panties?” She agilely hopped off the hood of the truck. “I’ll rip the pitchfork out of the devil’s hand if I have to, to keep you away from her.” She waved him away from her with a shooing motion. “Go back to those hos you keep your bed warm for.”
“The only woman I’m keeping a spot warm for is Killyama.”
Sex Piston rudely snorted her disbelief. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” She tried to shoo him away again. “You’re wasting your time getting Stud to help you. The only one who is going to talk Killyama into giving you another whirl is me, and that won’t be happening … no matter how many races you talk Stud into losing.”
Dumfounded, Train’s mouth dropped open. “You think Stud deliberately lost the race because I asked him to?”
“My man doesn’t lose.”
“I have news for you. He did today. I’m not ashamed to admit I wanted to win because I wanted to impress Killyama, but I certainly didn’t ask Stud to let me.”
“I can vouch for that,” Stud said, walking up from behind the trailer. “He beat my ass fair and square.”
Train took the hand held out to him. “I wanted to thank you again for getting me into the race and letting me borrow your suit.”
“No problem. I was glad to help. It gave me someone new to race. In this arena, it’s usually the same ones who show up each time. I hope to see you here again. Maybe next time you’ll take it easy on me.”
Train moved, avoiding the truck door that Sex Piston slung open, nearly hitting him.
“She gets easier to tolerate the more you get to know her.” Stud excused his wife’s behavior with a shrug.
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“If you think she’s bad, wait until you have to deal with Crazy Bitch. She’ll drive you over the bend. Fat Louise and T.A. aren’t much better, but you can feed them to get them to back off when they get cranky.”
Train didn’t try to hide his interest.
Stud’s humor vanished. “Killyama is hard to describe.” Leaning an elbow on the hood of the truck, Stud studied him. “I saw her beat the hell out of some of the brothers in the club when they pissed her off. Then she bought Rocky a mini-bike when I told her I wanted to wait. She paid for Fat Louise’s mother’s rehab. When Star got sick and the doctor didn’t want to admit her, she left, and ten minutes later had her admitted.” Stud gave a low laugh. “Sex Piston said Killyama cornered the doctor in the doctor’s lounge.”
“I think she bought me a new wallet. It came in the mail without a card.”
Stud nodded. “That sounds like her. She’s sneaky as fuck, but you already know that, don’t you? If she sent it to you, it means she likes you.”
“How do you know?” Jealousy reared its ugly head. Train had never been jealous over a woman in his entire life. That Killyama could bring out those feeling was going to take some getting used to.
“How do you think I got all those sponsors? Killyama called them when I was thinking of giving up racing. It takes time out of my work schedule, and Sex Piston’s shop was going through a slump when she ticked off one of her biggest customers. With four kids, it was hard to justify my racing.”
“If you need—” Train had started to offer a loan, but Stud stopped him.
“It’s all good now. The money made from the sponsors picked up the slack, and Sex Piston’s customer came back. She’s good at her job, and the rich bitches like to look good.”
“If you need anything, the offer is there.”
“I won’t. Congrats again. I better be going before she rips out my radio.” Stud started to leave then stopped. “I heard what Sex Piston said. She is right about one thing. If you want Killyama, you will have to go through Sex Piston first.”
“I’m figuring that out for myself. Any ideas?”
Stud rubbed a thoughtful finger across the bridge of his nose. “Find something she wants, but don’t let her have it.”
Train drew a blank. “Like what?”
“Damned if I know. I had to use my kids to get her attached to me.” He gestured toward Sex Piston. “And brother, I might like you, but you can’t have my kids. You’re more than welcome to drop in for a beer when you want to see Killyama, but it won’t earn you kudos from either of them. You’ll think of something … You have a clubhouse at your back to bounce ideas off of.”
Only one brother was smart enough to help him out of this dilemma … Shade.
“I’m going to take your advice. Later, Stud.”
Stud waved back as he got in the front of the truck.
Train waved politely at Sex Piston, seeing her raise up her finger in a fuck-you gesture as he turned away.
Rider was waiting when he slid in the front seat of the truck. He had to shove the large pile of T-shirts over so he could get in.
“How much did you spend?”