“I see a couple of grey hairs I didn’t see last night. You must be getting old.” she teased, giving him the bag.
“Let me know when you see five. I’ll get Sex Piston to dye my hair.” Train pulled out a cheap bottle of whiskey from the bag she had given him.
“I figured I didn’t need to splurge for the expensive stuff when you’re just going to share it with the brothers.” She lifted her brow at the bottle he had just packed from the dining room.
Train shrugged. “It all tastes the same to me. Shade’s the one who likes the expensive brands.” It was true. He would end up drinking the cheaper whiskey and let the brothers enjoy the one Shade had gifted him.
“I’ll have to remember that when it’s his birthday. What’s for dinner? I’m starving.”
Train set the whiskey bottles on the bar then pulled her close. The club was empty except for them.
“Not until you give me my birthday kiss.”
She had taken off the bandana since her scars had healed. Tonight she wore a silver necklace with a sunburst pendant that covered what was left of the thin line. The silver halter made of a mesh and her black flowy pants gave an elegant appearance until you looked closer and realized the top revealed every curve of her breasts. If he wasn’t a gentleman, he would swear he could see her nipples. He had to raise his eyes to hers, afraid he would go blind if he stared too long.
“I gave you a birthday kiss this morning in the shower.” She tried to sneak past him into the kitchen, but Train blocked the doorway.
“You gave me a blowjob; that doesn’t count.”
“I wish I knew that before I gave it. That would have saved me a lot of trouble.”
“You consider giving me a blowjob trouble?”
“Dude, I was sound asleep at six when you woke me up to shower with you. Meaning I was half-asleep and the water was cold; what do you think?”
Train frowned. “Then why didn’t you say something?”
“Duh …” Killyama tapped a finger to his forehead. “Birthday boy, remember?”
Train’s frown vanished, a smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, I’ll let you give me a kiss later.”
She stopped him before he could go through the kitchen door. Putting her hands on his cheeks, she gave him an inviting kiss that had him wanting to miss dinner.
“How hungry are you? We could get something later.”
She struggled out of his arms. “That’s why I didn’t want to kiss you—you have a one-track mind.”
“Believe me; I have two or three things on mind right now.”
“As long as it doesn’t involve Rider, I’m game,” she taunted, pushing the kitchen door open.
Train let her escape. She was going to need her strength for what he had planned for tonight.
They made their plates in the kitchen where Stori and Jewell had set a dinner buffet. Then they carried them into the dining room.
Train sat at the end of the table where Lily told him to sit, and Killyama sat down next to him with Lily and Shade sitting on his other side. Beth and Razer were on Killyama’s other side. The two women started talking immediately to her while Train ate, watching her reaction to them.
She asked who they had suckered into babysitting for them, and they laughingly said Bliss, Darcy, and Drake. Then she sat quietly as she ate, listening as they recounted how excited the boys were that they were going to eat out at the diner.
The longer Train listened, the more he understood it was deeply engrained in her personality to not draw notice to herself. She would respond to them when they talked to her, but she never said anything that would turn the conversation toward her. When he thought about it, he realized she would make a cutting comment or insult someone only if she wanted to be noticed.
In some point in her life, she had to have been taught how to be a shadow of herself. The times she couldn’t handle being invisible, she struck out. Train didn’t think it was her mother, or Hammer and Jonas. They had been the ones who had taught her to strike back. That left only one person. The man Killyama refused to name: her father.
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Killyama stared at the plate of food, cutting a piece of the delicious pork chop surrounded by potatoes and cheese. She would have to ask Beth for the recipe. Hammer and Jonas loved meat and potato dishes.
She finished her plate, refusing Train’s offer to get her seconds.
“I’ll have to go to the gym tomorrow to work off what I’ve already eaten.”
“You can eat another plate. I plan to work it off you tonight.”
“You eat another plate as big as the one you just ate, you won’t be able to walk up those steps, much less fuck me when you get there.”
She rolled her eyes at Lily’s and Beth’s flushed faces. Bitches acted like they had on chastity belts under their dresses.