“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To Ohio.”

“You’re staying here. Shade, Moon, go. And take Rider.”

“I want to go,” Train protested.

“There isn’t anything you can do.”

The men went back inside the clubhouse as Viper took out his phone. Train waited impatiently as Viper called Knox then Diamond, listening as Viper recounted what had happened, not sparing the embarrassment of how Killyama had known Sasha was there.

Unable to listen anymore, Train went to the bar, getting a glass and the whiskey, pouring it to the brim.

“What did Diamond say?” Train asked when Viper walked up to him, putting his phone away.

Viper took the bottle away from him, pouring himself a glass. “She said, ‘I told you so’.”

Train downed his drink then turned to smash the glass against the wall. “It’s all my fault.”

“No, it’s mine. Diamond warned me two months ago this would happen, and she told me to hire a different lawyer in Ohio. I put it off, thinking I’d take care of it when I had the time. I’ve been so busy with the new contracts, Aisha, and making sure Winter’s cancer is gone that I let Sasha slip through the crack.”

“You’ve had your hands full. I’m the one who invited Killyama. We’ve been so careful not to let anyone see Sasha in town, and then last night Killyama saw her and asked who she was. Like a fool, I told her.” Train gave a harsh laugh. “She’s been playing me like a fiddle since we had the party at Rosie’s. I even believed I was making headway in getting her to join The Last Riders.”

Viper poured himself another drink at that confession.

Imagining all the brothers’ angry thoughts, Train stormed out of the clubroom, going to his room then coming back downstairs where he threw his leather on the floor at Viper’s feet.

“I don’t deserve to be a Last Rider.”

“Pick it up,” Viper said on a sigh. “You let your dick do the thinking. It’s happened to us all. We’ll get Sasha out of this trouble, and then we will go back to normal. The one change we will make is no further contact with the Destructors. Stud might have married into the crew of conniving women, but The Last Riders haven’t.”

Razer, who had come over when Killyama was walking out the door with Sasha, didn’t say a word of protest against Viper’s order. However, Train knew that Beth and Lily, and maybe some of the other wives, were going to be hurt by the order.

A line was going to be drawn between The Last Riders and the Destructors, and it was all Killyama’s fault. It would be better this way, though, because if he ever got close to Killyama again, he would break a vow he had made to never touch a woman when he was angry. And right now, he was beyond angry at the bitch.

He wanted to pay her back so badly that she would never betray another man. The problem was, the coldhearted woman had to have a heart to learn her lesson, and she didn’t have one.

Jewell peered around the door of the kitchen. “Is it okay if I come out now?”

“Yes.” Train took the bottle away from Viper before he could drink it all, pulling out another glass.

“I hope you don’t expect me to clean up this mess?” Jewell gingerly stepped over the broken glass.

“I did it; I’ll clean it up.”

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Jewell demanded, staring at the men’s faces.

“Killyama used the favor Viper owed her to take Sasha back to Ohio. Seems she’s some kind of surety bond agent there.”

Jewell didn’t look as upset as Train would have expected. “You’re not mad?”

“At Killyama?” Jewell prevaricated.

“Hell yes. Who else?”

“Sasha.” She shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong; I’m not crazy about what Killyama did. But let’s be real, Train. You were asking for trouble when you started messing around with her. Everyone in Treepoint and Jamestown knows she’s a psychopath. Did you forget the fight at the Pink Slipper? I know I haven’t. You men may have forgotten, but I still remember T.A. shaking me like a rag doll then trying to strangle me. Do any of you remember what Killyama was doing?”

Train racked his memory. Truthfully, he didn’t remember. He had been too busy trying to fight off one of the larger bikers from the Destructors.

Jewell shook her at the men’s blank stares. “All the women were taking each other on except for Killyama. She went for you guys.” She looked around, asking, “Where’s Rider?”

“He left.” Viper put his glass down.

“I bet he remembers that night. She nearly broke his nose with a chair. She also gave you”—she pointed at Train—“one of those two black eyes you got that night.”

“I would have remembered Killyama giving me a black eye. Dozer did …” Train trailed off as he thought back to that night.

“Yes, he did. He hit you so hard he knocked you out. Killyama hit you when you were falling down.”

“She hit me when I was down?”

“You hadn’t hit the floor yet, but you were down and out for a few minutes.”

“I’m going to pay that bitch back. I won’t lay a hand on her, but when I’m finished with her, I’ll make sure she’s paid back for that and betraying my trust.”

“If you’re going to make her pay, know what you’re making her pay for. Killyama doesn’t owe any loyalty to The Last Riders. Sasha should have let her ex-boyfriend have time to get over her before she rubbed his face in the fact she had become a Last Rider. I’m not excusing her ex”—Jewell raised her hands in defense—“but Sasha could have made better choices. Sasha and Killyama are both guilty of screwing men over.”

Train almost lost his cool. His voice turned deadly as he told Jewell, “Sasha didn’t betray The Last Riders’ trust. And Killyama may not owe The Last Riders loyalty, but she did betray the personal trust I had in her.”

Viper looked down at a text message. “Shade said he’ll call as soon they get to Ohio. Diamond has been trying to find a lawyer to take Sasha’s case. Crash, are you positive you didn’t miss anything on Kane or his family we can use against them?”

“You want me to hire Jonas to double-check my work?” At Viper’s glare, Crash changed his sarcastic tone. “I’m sure. His family hasn’t had so much as a speeding ticket on their record. I searched the phone number Sasha gave me for Kane; it only shows run-of-the-mill text messages. He goes to work and goes back home every night. Once a week, he goes to play golf, but that’s pretty much it. Sasha said he always had two phones on him, but I don’t have access to those messages without the phone number.”

“He isn’t carrying two phones without a reason. I’ll tell Shade. Maybe he can find out.”

“Nickel has been trying to figure it out since I got here,” Moon spoke up. “He’s had no luck. He talked to three women Kane had dated. None of them knew, either.”

Sasha was going to do time for a crime she hadn’t committed unless they found something on Kane to make him tell the truth. Killyama’s treachery had limited their options.