Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
She crossed arms over her chest. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Don’t make me do this, Killyama. Just give me the key, and I’ll forget about it.” Again, he gave her a chance to redeem herself. It was a chance he would never offer another man or woman.
“No.”
Train sighed, motioning to Rider who had been slipping up to Killyama as they argued. She caught the movement too late to react as Rider caught her in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides.
“Did you lock the front door?” Train asked Rider.
“Yes.” Rider looked as coldly furious as he did.
Train caught Killyama’s foot when she tried to kick him, holding it by his hip. Moving to her side where she couldn’t use her free leg, he shoved a hand down the pocket that was closest to him. Coming up empty, he had more difficulty in the other pocket, finally succeeding, just to find it was also empty. She stopped moving as he reached around her to search her back pockets.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” Train snarled, jerking away from her and touching blood on his shoulder. “Bite me again, and I’ll call Viper to come search you.”
She spat in his face when he moved to search her back pockets, but she didn’t bite him again.
When they were done checking her, she tucked her T-shirt back into her jeans, frostily telling him, “I told you I didn’t have the key.”
“Do you have your key?” Train asked Rider.
“Check my keychain on my desk.”
Train nodded at Killyama. “Don’t let her go.”
“I wasn’t going to,” he said coldly as Train went through the back area to where the workstations were, coming back with the keychain in his hand.
“Is it there?”
“No,” Train answered, staring at Killyama, who was staring back at him stonily. He put Rider’s keychain in his pocket. “Hold her tighter,” he warned.
When she started kicking out again, he caught both of her legs. Using all of his strength, he managed to pin her thighs against his side with one arm, his free hand going under her T-shirt to her bra. He ran his fingers under the bra, feeling for what he was looking for and pulling the key out.
Releasing her legs, he stepped back, showing them both the key.
“Let her go, Rider.”
Rider released her like he had just let a rattlesnake go.
“What were you looking for?”
“The bathroom.” She put her hand under her T-shirt, not embarrassed by the proof of her deception.
“You want me to call Viper?” Rider asked.
“No, I will.”
Train made the call, and then stared at Killyama while they waited.
When Train heard the knock on the back door, he opened it to let Viper and Shade inside. Then he stayed by the door, letting Viper deal with the situation. When she had refused to give him the key, he had lost the ability to interceded for her.
“How’d she get the key?” Viper asked grimly, staring down at the key Train handed over to him.
“She must have taken it off my keyring when she offered to fill the orders for me,” Rider explained, glancing at Killyama before moving even farther away from her, as if revolted from merely being near her.
“If you wanted to see what was in there, why didn’t you just ask Train?”
“I was just curious, okay? I didn’t realize it was a big deal until Train got pissed.” Her shrug didn’t set Viper’s temper off, but it did his.
“When you saw I was mad, why didn’t you just tell me what you had done?” Train questioned, still hoping she would come up with an explanation for her behavior.
“I lost my temper.”
“You lost your temper?” Viper gave her a deadly smile.
“Yeah. What can I say? I have a bad temper.”
Her offhand answers had the brothers simmering. Her attitude wasn’t helping her. It was making things go from bad to worse.
When Viper moved toward Killyama, she didn’t so much as flinch, but Train saw the brief flash of fear on her face before she was able to cover it up with a sneer.
Viper brushed past her, going to the door behind her. When he opened it, he called for Shade and Train, and then turned toward Rider.
“Can you watch her on your own?”
“I got her,” Rider answered as the three of them went through the door.
“Do you have any idea what she was looking for?” Shade asked as soon the door was closed.
“No,” Train answered, knowing there was no way Killyama could hear them through the soundproof walls unless the door was open. “I don’t know how long she was in here, either,” Train admitted, staring stoically ahead. He would be damned lucky this time if Viper didn’t take his jacket when he offered it. He had been the one who had given Killyama the chance to betray them twice now.
“I’ll check the security room.” Shade went to the back corner of the room, past the motorcycles and a few of the brothers’ cars. The one he had borrowed from Moon was up on a hydraulic lift, waiting for him to change the oil.