“I’m sure you can. We’ll merely provide you with back-up if you need our help,” Viper reasoned.
“I can’t find out what I need to know with you guys following me around,” Diamond argued back.
“You won’t need all of us; one will do. Knox and Rider can take turns keeping an eye on you.” Viper crossed his arms over his chest, his mind made up.
Shade was simply glad he wasn’t the one who had to watch over her.
“Hell no.” Diamond refused to have either of the men following her.
“Why not?” Knox asked. “I should be helping. It’s my ass that will be back in jail if we don’t find out who killed her.”
“Fine. The next time I want to talk to someone who is in a motorcycle club, I’ll give you a call.” Diamond opened her car door, slid in, and slammed the door closed.
The men moved out of the way as she reversed and pulled out of the parking lot.
“Knox,” Viper ordered.
Knox nodded and headed to his bike to follow the stubborn attorney. Whether she liked it or not, he had just become her shadow.
“I give it a day,” Shade commented.
“On what?” Viper asked.
“Before she quits.”
*
Shade was sitting on the chair in the club room, talking to Viper with Winter cuddled next to his president’s side when Knox came in.
“What are you doing back so early?” Viper questioned.
“She’s in for the day,” Knox answered. “I’m going to grab a shower. Then I’m going to Rosie’s.”
“I’m in for that,” Rider said, coming into the room.
By the time Knox was ready, several others had decided to tag along. Shade decided to go, as well; he was bored with sitting on his ass.
“Stay out of trouble,” Viper warned.
When Knox gave him the finger as he walked out the door, Shade nodded toward his president, acknowledging he would keep Knox close.
Knox, Rider, Train, Cash, and Shade all headed to the bar with several of the women riding at their backs. As they pulled into the lot, Shade recognized Diamond’s car.
“Isn’t that Diamond’s car?” Rider asked Knox as they parked their bikes.
“Yes, it is,” he answered grimly.
Knox didn’t look too happy that his lawyer was there. Shade could tell the brother wasn’t going to listen to Viper about staying out of trouble. The way he strode in that bar said he was going searching for it.
Knox slammed open the door to the bar, and then The Last Riders filed in. He strode across the floor toward Diamond who looked like she was about to leave. If they had been five minutes later, they would have missed her.
Shade would ask Mick later what questions the woman had wanted answered.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Knox asked angrily.
Diamond’s back stiffened. “Drinking a beer. What business is it of yours?”
“Since when do you hang out in biker bars?” Knox inquired.
“Is this a biker bar? I wasn’t aware of that. There weren’t any motorcycles out front, nor were there any signs saying ‘Assholes only,’ ” Diamond mocked.
“She was asking about Sam,” Mick interrupted.
“What did Viper tell you about letting us know when you were going to be snooping around?”
“You might have to bow down and kiss Viper’s ass, but I’m not one of your members, so I don’t actually give a damn what he wants.”
Shade leaned against the bar, picking up the drink Mick had automatically set down in front of him.
“He the one who pays you?” Knox asked the question everyone in the room already knew the answer to.
“Yes.” Diamond was trapped by her own answer.
“Then you better be worried about what he wants.”
“It doesn’t matter; I’m done here.”
“Since you’re here, you might as well stay and have another beer.” He turned to the bartender. “Mick, get her another beer on me.”
Mick turned around, reaching for the beer.
“I don’t want one.” Diamond started to slide off the seat, but Knox placed an arm around her waist, planting her back on the barstool.
“But I want you to stay. At least then I’ll know where you are.” His body blocked hers from getting off the stool.
Giving in, the stuffy lawyer took a drink of her beer. Shade was about to tell Knox to back off, that Viper would kick his ass if she quit, but then she relaxed, turning her face toward Knox and giving him a venomous smile.
Shade leaned against the bar, enjoying the show. This was worth an ass-whipping.
“You think your macho attitude is going to send me running? You’re just pissing me off, Knox. I’m trying to find out who killed the woman you’re going to go to jail for murdering, unless I catch a break and find out who did.”
“What did you think you would find out here?” He reached for his own beer, his chest brushing against her shoulder.