“Kiss my ass,” Diamond snapped.
“Looks like there’s more of it, that’s for fucking sure.” Crazy Bitch stared pointedly at her ass.
Diamond blushed, she had become best friends with Chunky Monkey ice cream the last several weeks and her dress had become tight across her butt. She hadn’t been raised in the Destructors without being able to handle herself, though. “How’s it going with the Blue Horsemen?”
Crazy Bitch’s mouth snapped closed as several of them came to take beer from the cooler. Diamond threw her a satisfied smile before moving away from the table because she was also not stupid; she knew that Crazy Bitch would beat the shit out of her if she pressed too hard. Diamond wasn’t afraid of her, but she didn’t want to ruin the wedding day her mother had waited years for, either.
She found a couple of older members that she knew and stood talking with them about their children now grown when the President of the Blue Horsemen walked by.
“Diamond, have you met Stud?”
Diamond stared at the biker. “We’ve met,” she said with a quirk of her lips.
Stud paused, looking her over. “You look different without your suit.”
Diamond shrugged. “The Destructors don’t mind my suits when I’m bailing them out of jail.”
Stud’s mouth twisted. “Good to know that we have a lawyer in the family, could come in handy.”
“I don’t belong to my parent’s club,” Diamond said hastily.
“Don’t matter if you are or not. If you’re Skulls’s kid, we’ll watch out for you.”
“You’ll do well if you can keep Sex Piston out of trouble without worrying about me.”
At the mention of Sex Piston’s name, his facial expression changed. “Your sister isn’t going to get in trouble anymore.”
Diamond laughed in his face. “Good luck with that.”
His face darkened, not appreciating her humor. “You doubt that we can control her?”
“I know so. Sex Piston and her crew are going to drive you and your men nuts. But don’t worry, maybe I’m wrong.” Diamond doubted it, though hey, miracles could happen.
“What did you just call me?” A loud roar sounded from across the room where the biker that had offered Diamond his lap was arguing with Killyama.
Diamond started laughing when a fuming looking Stud moved toward the table where the argument was going on between the two. Diamond saw her mother and father standing together and walked toward them.
“I’m going to go. Congratulations.” Diamond brushed a kiss across her mother’s face and then turned to say goodbye to her father. He was looking younger than his years; obviously having the weight of the club off his shoulders was beneficial to his health.
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” he asked.
“I have some work that I need to do. I’ve been busy.”
“So I’ve heard,” he said, searching her eyes.
Diamond should have known that Sex Piston wouldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“I heard that the charges were dropped against him.”
Diamond nodded.
“You still seeing him?” her mother asked with her discerning eyes on Diamond’s face.
“No. Look, I‘ve gotta go. I’ll give you a call.” Diamond managed to escape, avoiding Sex Piston who she saw had joined Killyama in the argument with the bikers. Their eyes met briefly before Diamond went out the door. Sex Piston’s eyes searched hers, easily seeing the pain that Diamond was trying unsuccessfully to keep hidden.
Diamond drove home, passing the diner as she went through town where The Last Riders on their motorcycles ended up in front of her. Knox was easy to spot amongst the group. Bliss was on the back with her arms wrapped around his waist.
One of the bikers must have said something because Evie and Raci turned their heads around, waving at Diamond. Diamond forced herself to wave nonchalantly back. Giving her blinker, she turned off the main road several streets before hers, taking the longer way home, but it was worth it not to have to watch Bliss riding with Knox.
Diamond parked her car and then went inside her lonely apartment. Taking off her dress, she slid on the sweats and top she had worn home from Knox’s that first weekend she had spent with him.
Then, grabbing her Chunky Monkey ice cream, she went to her couch, dropping down on it. Bored, she shoved the papers she had been working on to the side, knocking off one of the folders. She watched the contents spill over the floor before picking them up.
She stared at the list of men’s names that Sam had been intimate with in high school. Diamond could tell from the addresses beside each name that they were from the better part of town. Samantha hadn’t become involved with the less savory men in Treepoint until after she had turned eighteen. Diamond’s spoon paused with the ice cream still on there, halfway to her mouth. A sudden thought occurred to her.
Picking up her phone, she called Beth. “Hello?”