“What’s up?” Viper’s cool voice on the phone made Knox even more furious at himself for betraying the club’s decision not to have any contact with Samantha.
When the president of The Last Rider’s found out who he had spent the last few hours fucking, Knox was going to get his ass kicked. Sam was responsible for attacking Viper’s fiancée and almost getting two other women raped, who also belonged to two of The Last Riders. Sam was lucky she was still breathing.
The only reason she had been left untouched was because the men didn’t want to hurt a woman. They had left that side of things to the women in the club. Evie, the leader among the women, was waiting for the opportunity to deal with the lying woman. Sam had tried to blackmail Viper by telling him the child she had was his murdered brother’s child. Winter, Viper’s fiancée, had found out that his brother had never touched the underage, lying bitch.
“Crashed my bike on Maple. I need the trailer and a ride,” Knox answered his President.
“I’ll send Rider. Give him twenty. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m cool.”
“Good, see you when you get back to the house.” Viper disconnected the call.
Knox put the phone back in his pocket before sitting down on the side of the bed to put on his boots. Sam came up behind him, circling his neck with her arms.
“Come on, Knox. When is one time ever enough for you?”
Knox stood up, shrugging her arms off him. Picking up his t-shirt off the floor, he put it on before turning back to Sam.
“Why are you staying here, Sam?”
A hateful look came over her face. “Since Slot and Tank have disappeared, I don’t have anywhere to stay. The Blue Horsemen don’t want me near them because they don’t want trouble with Viper. The Last Riders won’t let me crash there so I don’t have many choices left. The courts have seized all my dad’s properties because of the money he’s stolen.”
“Your grandmother would let you stay with her. You have a choice, Sam,” Knox said, not feeling any sympathy for the woman.
“Stay with her? Hell, I’d rather stay here. I’d give the old bitch a heart attack if I brought someone home to fuck.”
Knox stared at the hard-hearted woman. How she could call her sweet grandmother a bitch beat the hell out of him.
“Gotta go; Rider will be waiting.”
“Don’t you want me to drive you?” Samantha asked, though she made no effort to get out of the messed up bed.
Let Rider see he had screwed up before he could tell Viper? Hell no. “It’s not far. I can walk. No sense in you getting out.” Knox walked to the door.
“See you around,” Sam called out as he opened the door.
Knox turned around, about to say something nasty, but controlled his tongue. He had just fucked her. His dick hadn’t cared that everyone in the club hated the woman; it was his own fault he had screwed up. He didn’t have a right to open his mouth now.
Shutting the door behind him, he walked through the empty parking lot. It had become dark since he and Sam had come to the motel. He thought he saw a movement to his left, pausing momentarily and seeing nothing, he continued. Rider was going to be pissed if he kept him waiting too much longer.
When he arrived back to where he’d left his bike, Rider was already there waiting.
“Where in the fuck have you been?”
“You don’t want to know,” Knox said, moving forward to help Rider load his bike onto the trailer. “You going to be able to fix it?” he asked after the bike was loaded and they stood back surveying the damage.
“The front wheel is a mess, but I can bang it out.” They both climbed into the truck to head back to the clubhouse. Rider cast him a sharp look as he pulled out.
“So where were you?” Rider asked.
Knox leaned back against the seat.
“Making the biggest mistake of my life,” Knox said.
Chapter One
“Case dismissed” Judge Creech slammed down the gavel and the crowded courtroom began to empty.
“Thanks, Ms. Richards.” Diamond turned to the spoiled man standing by her side.
“Don’t thank me. If you get caught driving drunk again, lose my number. My bill will be in the mail.” Diamond began putting her papers back into her briefcase, angry at herself for taking Luke Baxter’s case in the first place. Her brief foray into criminal justice was as bad as she had feared it would be. She hated defending clients that were guilty as hell but had the money to afford her fee.
Sighing, Diamond put her regrets behind her, knowing this case would take care of several outstanding bills and give her some breathing room for a couple of weeks. Treepoint might be small, however it had an abundance of lawyers, each competing for clients.
When her bills came due, she had a choice of either beginning to take cases like Luke’s or become an ambulance chaser. She had picked the lesser of two evils, but she was beginning to doubt herself when she saw Luke cockily leave the courtroom. The dumbass is probably heading to the closest watering hole to celebrate.