Diamond glared at him as he approached her. “You get away or I’m going to smash your nuts.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the doorway filled with Last Riders trying to get into the bedroom and someone hit the light switch.
“Diamond!” Knox yelled from the doorway. He stood there, dressed in jeans shirt and boots with his jacket on.
“What is going on in here?” Viper came to the doorway with no shoes or shirt on. The tribal tattoo he had on his arm and shoulder and the huge one he had on his chest had Sex Piston and her crew pausing to look at the biker despite the turmoil going on in the room. Knox gave Diamond a threatening glare when he saw her eyes linger on Viper’s display of muscular perfection a little longer than he deemed necessary.
“I thought that Knox was in here.” Diamond reluctantly tore her attention away from Viper, giving Bliss’s hair a final tug before releasing it. Evie and Sex Piston were still fighting despite Rider trying to separate the women when Train got up from the bed, grabbing Sex Piston so that Rider could help Evie get to her feet. Sex Piston’s hand reached behind her back and grabbed Train by his nuts. To Train’s credit, he bellowed, but he didn’t release the bitch.
“Sex Piston, stop!” Viper yelled.
She let Train go reluctantly, who fell back onto the bed holding himself. Sex Piston’s top was torn and her hair was a mess from Evie using it to pull away when she had tried to strangle her.
“What are you doing here, Diamond?” Knox asked.
“I wanted to talk to you?” The statement came out as more of a question because Diamond felt self-conscious with everyone listening.
“Did you ever think of just calling me?” Knox asked, looking around at the pandemonium in the room.
Diamond looked confused. “I did, you never answered. Besides that, I texted and left messages.”
Knox searched his pockets for his phone. “I’ve been out riding my bike all day then I went for a walk at Cash’s homestead. I must have lost it.”
“You weren’t ignoring my call?” Diamond asked with a wavering voice.
“No,” Knox answered, staring deeply into her eyes.
“You would have answered?”
“Yeah,” Knox said softly.
Diamond smiled, walking toward him, this time not worried about making a fool of herself. She walked up to him and circled his waist with her arms.
“I’ve missed you,” Diamond confessed.
“I’ve missed you,” Knox said.
“Well, isn’t that sweet,” Killyama said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Does that mean we can stay for the party?”
“No,” everyone answered at once. Diamond laughed into Knox’s chest.
“We help you out and we can’t even get a beer?” Crazy Bitch asked Diamond.
Diamond looked up pleadingly at Knox.
“One beer,” he agreed reluctantly.
“Knox,” Viper said in warning.
“One beer then they’ll leave,” Knox promised.
Sex Piston and her crew nodded their heads in agreement. As Knox and Diamond left the room with everyone following, she noticed Viper turning to go to a bedroom at the end of the hall where Winter stood in the doorway with a sheet covering her body. When she saw Diamond’s eyes on her, she shut the door just as Viper was about to enter. Unable to stop his momentum, he ran into the door.
Before she could so much as laugh at the spectacle it had created, they reached the top of the steps and saw the front door open and Stud enter with several of the Blue Horseman coming in behind him.
Cash, who was at the bottom of the steps, turned toward the door. “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked Stud.
“We want our women.”
“What women?” Cash asked, blocking Stud from coming any further into the clubhouse.
“Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch and T.A., you can keep Killyama,” Stud said, looking up the steps. Catching sight of the women at the top of the steps with Rider and Train half naked sparked a fury within him that Diamond hadn’t expected the emotionless man capable of.
“What in the hell are you doing here, Stud?” Sex Piston yelled, leaning over the railing. Her hair messed up and her top torn, she looked down at the President of the Blue Horseman.
“Which one touched you?” Stud yelled back.
“What?” Sex Piston asked in confusion.
“Which mother fucking asshole touched you? Because they’re going to regret touching something that’s mine.”
“I’m not yours!” she yelled, putting her hands on her hips and glaring back.
“You damn sure are. Get your ass down here now!”
“We’re not going anywhere, we’re staying for a beer.” Smugly, Sex Piston continued to ignore his order.