Shade wanted to beat the shit out of the three brothers for being stupid enough to fight over a weapon with women nearby. One of them could have been killed. However, from their pale faces, they already realized their mistake.
“Diamond, take Rachel outside and wait for me,” Knox ordered, staring at Greer with deadly intent.
“We’re not going anywhere.” Diamond refused to leave as The Last Riders spread throughout the room.
Rider and Razer were by Dustin, Cash and Viper were next to Tate, and Greer had Train and Crash standing by him. Rachel was shaking, still standing next to Greer, while Shade stood by the door, making sure the Porter brothers didn’t make a run for it. He was always the last means of defense because no one got past him.
“I didn’t ask.” Knox lifted her off her feet, turning toward the door.
“Stop it, Knox. You don’t even know what’s going on. I’m Dustin’s lawyer, and I came out here to discuss his court case with him.”
“Which one? The one where he sold pot to an undercover cop or for Sam’s death?” Knox mocked her.
“Put me down!”
Cash took Rachel’s arm, moving her away from Greer.
“Don’t fucking touch her!” Greer yelled, moving forward, but Viper had him in a second, held immobile as Rachel struggled against Cash.
“Stop it, and listen to me. He didn’t mean for the gun to go off. Rachel tried to take the gun from him. You know he wouldn’t hurt his sister. Knox, calm down and listen to me.” Diamond quit trying to struggle against him, letting her body go pliant. Turning against him until she was plastered against his front, she took his face in her hands, drawing his furious gaze back to hers. “They had no intention of hurting me.”
Knox released her.
“Let her go, Cash,” Viper ordered.
Cash freed a still struggling Rachel who turned, planting her foot in his balls.
Cash went immediately to his knees.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again.” She started for the downed man again.
Shade laughed, moving forward to save the brother by blocking Cash.
“I think he got the message, Rachel,” Shade told her.
Rachel pulled her shirt down, which had ridden up her flat stomach, before planting her hands on her hips.
“You’re going to buy me a new door, Knox.” She turned around and pointed her finger at Greer. “You’re going to get your ass out of bed in the morning and buy me a new couch.” Turning to Viper, she let him have it, too. “Next time you come to my house, fucking knock first.” She looked around at a smirking Shade to see Cash trying to get to his feet.
Shade offered him a hand, but was met with an angry scowl.
“You have a whole club of women to haul around, so don’t touch me again or the only thing you’re going to be able to touch them with are your damn fingers.”
Taking a deep breath, she turned to Diamond. “Now, can you help Dustin or not?”
“Yes,” Diamond said softly. “I’ll go with him to the sheriff’s office to make a statement. I’ll talk to the Commonwealth’s Attorney to try to work out a deal, but he knows he doesn’t have much of a case. I sent for the coroner’s report from Frankfort; Samantha Bedford was in bad shape. She needed a kidney transplant and wasn’t even aware she had a problem. I talked to her grandmother; it could have possibly been what killed her mother. It was a genetic condition the family was unaware of.”
“Could my kid have it?” Dustin asked.
Shade whistled silently to himself, realizing the kid they had been searching for was Dustin’s. Vincent Bedford wouldn’t have been happy when he found out Sam was pregnant by one of the Porters. They supplied practically the whole state with weed.
“Possibly. Dustin, right now we have to deal with Samantha’s death. I’ll do what I can to see how I can get more help for you to find your child, okay?”
“All right. I don’t have a choice, do I?” Dustin said unhappily.
“No. I’m sorry, you don’t. Samantha made several bad decisions, but I do think she cared about you, Dustin, and if she did, she would have seen your child was taken care of. You have to hold on to that hope.”
Dustin nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Wait a minute, who planted the jewelry in my bedroom?” Knox asked.
The Porters stopped, looking at each other.
Greer faced Knox. “I paid Tara and Stacy to plant it for me. I gave them a month’s supply of pot for doing it and then to tell me which room was yours. Then I called the state police.”
Shade nodded evilly. He had the perfect punishment in mind for the twins.
“Who are Tara and Stacy?” Diamond asked, confused.
“They’re twins who are hangers-on. They come to the clubhouse every Friday,” Viper explained, not able to look her in the eyes.
Diamond walked toward the door, keeping her face averted from Knox and The Last Riders.