“Blade,” Stud ordered.
“Do I have to?” Stud threw the man a look that had him taking a step forward taking on Killyama. The woman fought the man dirty, ramming his nose with her fist then jerking out the loop in his ear before he managed to get her, still struggling, out of the house to a cheering audience.
“Now which one touched Sex Piston?” Menace filled the hallway.
“None of them did. She came in here and started a fight with our women,” Viper said sharply.
“That true?” Stud asked Diamond.
“Yes,” she answered from behind Knox’s back.
Stud looked at the women in the hallway. Bliss, who had pulled on a robe, had a black eye and Evie, who had put on Train’s shirt, whose hair was a total mess from Sex Piston’s hands.
“I don’t suppose we could switch Killyama with one of these women?” Stud quipped.
“No.” Viper apparently wasn’t in a joking mood, although Diamond wasn’t so sure that Stud had been joking from the look of disappointment on his face.
“I didn’t think so.” Stud turned to go back down the steps. “Sorry about the interruption to your party. That’s two markers we owe your club.”
“Don’t pull this shit again, Stud. Next time you come to our club like this, I’ll take it as a sign of war.” Viper made his position clear.
Stud stopped, turning back. “Next time I hit your club with our women here, war won’t describe what I’ll do,” Stud said, making his own stance equally evident.
Viper nodded. Both Presidents coming to a mutual agreement.
After Stud and his men cleared the club within minutes, Knox moved to the side, letting Diamond free. Everyone stared at her accusingly.
“Sorry.” Diamond felt terrible about the commotion she had caused.
“You two need to get your shit straight,” Viper said, turning back to his bedroom.
Knox took Diamond’s hand, leading her back to the hallway and going into the room across the hall from his.
Chapter Twenty-one
“Why do you have a different bedroom?” Diamond asked. The room was half the size of his previous room. His blanket that had once lain on a huge, king-sized bed now lay across a full bed. She couldn’t believe he even fit on the bed.
“I didn’t need the big bed anymore.”
“You didn’t? Why?” Diamond asked, studying his face.
Knox didn’t answer, instead he asked a question of his own. “Why all the hurry to see me? It would have been easier to open your door last night. Nothing’s changed, Diamond.”
Diamond stood there, wanting to be the woman that could let him have it while he stood arrogantly with his arms crossed over his chest as if he held all the cards. To be the type that had more respect for herself than to be humiliated in front of a man, however Diamond wanted Knox. If she took a chance, she might win him, and having him meant everything.
“I’ve decided it doesn’t matter if you care about me or not.”
“It doesn’t?” Surprised, his arms dropped to his side.
“No, I was wrong. Just because I care about you, doesn’t mean that you have to return my feelings.”
“What feelings?” Knox asked, going still.
“I’m in love with you,” Diamond confessed, staring him straight in the eyes.
“No, you’re not.”
Diamond nodded her head. “I am. You know I am, that’s why you left that day. I bet you were relieved that Sex Piston gave you an out.”
“I didn’t need Sex Piston to give me an out. I was done,” Knox said emotionlessly.
Diamond’s heart plunged, although there was something that was hiding in his eyes that gave her a spark of hope. It was a tiny spark, but Diamond was going to play the hand of her life and that didn’t mean folding.
“What were you done with, Knox?” Diamond walked to stand beside the bed. Taking off her top, she managed to unsnap her bra, letting her breasts free. She then sat down on the side of the bed, pulling off the boots before she stood back up, unsnapping the tight jeans she had to wiggle out of. Kicking them away, she remained standing in nothing more than a tiny pair of black panties, which she slowly slipped her finger under the sides of before she slid them off, now naked before him.
Her eyes went to the front of his jeans where his erection was thrusting against the front of them. Feeling a rise in her confidence, she walked towards him, making sure she put an extra swing into her hips. Her hands went to the bottom of his t-shirt, raising it up his chest. She didn’t try to take it off the man standing as still as a statue. Instead, she leaned toward his chest, taking one of his nipples between her teeth and biting gently before letting her tongue lave the tightening nipple.
“I’m surprised that, as much as you like piercings, you didn’t pierce your nipples.”
“I get in too many fights for a nipple piercing. Did you see what Killyama did with that poor bastard’s ear?”