“Are you pissed at me because I played a game with Razer and left you alone?” Train couldn’t understand what had happened to the woman.
“Lover, I don’t need a babysitter.”
Train almost swallowed his own tongue when Killyama called him lover. The sensual tone had his dick pressing against his jeans.
“Then explain to me what—”
“Can any of your bitches make this shot?” Killyama turned her back to the pool table. Leaning backward until her head was on top of the pool table, she braced the pool stick between her tits. Then she turned her head to the side, and with a flick of her wrist, the stick struck the cue ball, sending the blue ball spinning into the pocket in front of Rider.
“No.” Train burrowed his hands in his pockets to keep from taking the pool stick away from her.
“Can you show me that again?” Rider asked when she straightened.
“I didn’t know you were so … limber.” Train picked up one of the pool balls and lightly tossed it in the air. Rider received his silent threat and closed his mouth.
“You think you know all my secrets just because you fucked me a few times?”
Train rested his hip against the pool table when he heard a quarrel taking place by the bar. He looked away from Killyama to see who it was, and saw Beth and Razer arguing. Lily and Shade were also fighting by the kitchen door. Evidently, Lily wasn’t ready to leave, and she was telling her husband no.
Sex Piston, T.A., and Crazy Bitch were sitting on top on the bar. At first, Train thought they were enjoying Razer and Beth’s argument, then it dawned on him who they were watching. Him and Killyama.
“I don’t need you to drive me home!” Train heard Rachel’s yell as she threatened Cash with an empty beer bottle. “I texted Greer to come pick me up.”
Train could see her fury from across the room. Cash was trying to placate Rachel, but she wasn’t listening to anything he said.
Giving the beer bottle to Willa, who was trying to calm her down, Rachel shook her head toward Cash as she told Willa what started the argument. Train couldn’t hear why, but from Willa’s reaction, it was bad.
“Lucky!” Willa quit trying to play peacemaker between Rachel and Cash, hunting for her husband with the beer bottle in her hand, and her other hand on her pregnant as if the unborn baby was just as upset as it’s mother.
“What did you start?” Train tried to take the pool stick away from Killyama before he left to try to calm the escalating arguments in the room.
He nearly tripped over his own feet when she spun around, the pool stick swinging through the air. Train felt the whoosh of air and managed to duck in time to save himself.
“What are you doing?” You almost hit me—” Train ducked again.
Fed up, he tried to take the pool stick away. Then he quickly backed up a step when she pointed it at him.
“Move along, fucker. Next time, I won’t miss.” She was waving that pool stick like a teacher would wave a ruler.
Train debated if he should take it away from her forcefully, when Cash and Rachel’s argument went from bad to worse. Greer had arrived to pick up his sister and wanted to know why she was so upset. From there, it became hell. The fight that broke out between Cash and Greer became the priority.
When he started to go break up the fight, he heard Killyama ask Rider to rack the balls. Train stopped in his tracks, seeing Killyama shove the rack across the table toward Rider as he pulled two balls out of the side pocket in front of him.
“Don’t want to miss those … lover.”
Those last four words caused a bloodcurdling yell to come instinctively from Train. He dragged Rider across the pool table as Rider tried to defend himself, but Train gave him no chance before his fist shot out, nailing Rider in the mouth.
When he would have punched him again, Stud tried to pull him back.
“Let me go,” Train grunted.
“We need to help Lucky. Rider didn’t even try to hit you back.”
Train tried to gather the shards of his temper when he saw Killyama fawning over Rider.
“Woman, get away from him … now.”
“Why the hell did you hit him? You were supposed to swing at me!” Killyama laid the pool stick down as if she were afraid she would hit him with it. He should have known her well enough by now to take that as a warning.
Train stared at her, dumfounded. “I’ve never hit a woman in my life.”
“Then I suggest you start.”
Train caught her fist before it could land.
“I’m not going to hit you, no matter how mad I get, so I knock it … Ow!” Train doubled over. He literally saw stars. He had done two tours in the military and had never felt pain like what was coming from his nuts.
Rider hopped off the pool table to help him as Train landed on his knees, hanging on to the pool table for support. He kept sucking in air to keep himself from passing out.
“I can see why you men need replacements. You all are a bunch of pussies.”