“Sure, sweet thing. Will my lap do?” One of the men slid his chair back and motioned for Diamond to have a seat.
Diamond moved to the side and pulled out an empty chair, sitting down. The waitress came to take her order, giving Diamond a worried glance. She ordered herself a glass of water; she couldn’t handle another cup of coffee. After the waitress left, Diamond faced the table of men who were staring at her with astonishment.
“I was wondering if it would be possible to ask a few questions.” Diamond felt the atmosphere at the table change with her request.
“Unless you want to ask me how long my dick is, then no,” the man who had offered her his lap to sit on said sharply.
Ignoring him she asked the question to the man she now was sure was the leader.
“It won’t take long.”
“You a cop?” His eyes brushed over Diamond’s designer dress.
“No, I’m a lawyer. I’m investigating the murder of Samantha Bedford.”
Everyone’s face closed off and Diamond knew that they had been acquainted with the woman.
“Then I’m going to repeat, the answer is no. Now get the fuck out of here,” he said.
It took all her years of dealing with badass bikers to keep her seat as the waitress sat down her water and retreated with another worried glance.
“I just need to talk to the three men that Sam was friends with in your club. Warrants have been taken out for their arrests since they missed their last court appearance and I know you won’t break a confidence and tell me where they are, but if you had a way to contact them, perhaps you could give them my number?” Diamond reached into her purse and pulled out her card, handing it to the blond biker.
He took it from her and tore it into pieces.
“I told you to fucking go. Next time, I won’t be so nice.” His glare went from detached interest to a threat that she had no doubt he would see carried out.
Just after that, the door to the restaurant opened and several of The Last Riders entered. Diamond recognized Knox, Viper, Razor and Rider—the one that had all the tats—brought up the rear.
They came to stand behind Diamond. “You having problems?” Viper asked Diamond.
Before she could answer, the leader spoke. “She doesn’t have a problem, we do. We’ve asked her twice to leave, she’s ignored us both times.”
“That true?” Viper turned to her.
Diamond looked at Viper. “I need to find the men who were with Sam that day outside in the parking lot. They belong to the Blue Horsemen. You want me to clear Knox?” Diamond stared pointedly at Knox.
The blond man leaned toward Diamond, losing his casual appearance. “I don’t know where the fuck they are, and I don’t know a damn thing about their families. They aren’t horsemen anymore and they weren’t when they pulled that stunt with Sam.”
“Stud. I think she got your message,” Knox said, taking a step forward.
“Good. Then maybe she’ll get her ass away from our table,” Stud snapped.
“Ms. Richards. Let’s go,” Viper ordered.
“Ms. Richards? When the hell did you become so polite?” The men around the table laughed at the sarcastic reply from the man who had offered her his lap.
“You laughing at Viper being polite, Bear?” Knox came back with his own smart-ass remark. The tension filled the restaurant this time as the men from the rival bike clubs began to escalate. Diamond rose to her feet.
Ash looked at Knox. “No.”
Diamond didn’t blame him from backing down; Knox looked furious.
“I’m finished. Sorry for the interruption.” Diamond left the men and then left the diner without looking back, however she was brought to a stop outside when she was grabbed by her arm.
“What in the hell were you thinking?” Knox angrily asked her.
“I thought I might try to find out who killed Samantha. It’s what Viper hired me to do,” Diamond answered, jerking her arm out of his grasp.
“I didn’t tell you to take on a motorcycle club. You should have called me or the sheriff who could have found out the information you needed,” Viper said as he came outside, hearing her answer to Knox’s question.
“I didn’t need your help. I was safe. What where they going to do in a restaurant across from the sheriff’s office?”
“Were you planning on staying in there? They would have followed you home.” Knox stared at her like she was stupid.
“It doesn’t matter; it’s over.” Turning on her heels, she strode to her car.
“It isn’t fucking over. You’re on their radar now. They’re going to watch and make sure that you don’t drag their club into being investigated,” Knox said, striding after her.