“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Stud signaled his men at her response. Knox didn’t waste time, he moved Diamond back as Stud charged up the stairway after Sex Piston at the same time that the Blue Horsemen came through the doorway in a mass.
Sex Piston tried to take off running down the hallway, but ran into Viper who had come back down the hallway when he heard the commotion.
“Just a minute,” Viper said, preventing Sex Piston from getting away.
As Stud reached the top of the stairs, seeing Viper holding Sex Piston seemed to piss the biker off even more.
“Let her go, Viper.”
“My pleasure.” Viper let Sex Piston’s arm go, and before Sex Piston could move, Stud had her.
“Let me go,” she said, trying to twist free.
“Pike.” Stud turned and one of the Blue Horseman came up the steps. “Take her to the truck.” Sex Piston tried to struggle away, but found herself tossed over the big man’s shoulder.
Stud turned back to the rest of Sex Piston’s crew.
“Now, you can go with her or be carried away, which is it going to be?”
T.A. immediately went after Sex Piston, giving Stud a wide berth while Crazy Bitch and Killyama merely stood there with their arms crossed over their chests.
“Fuck off,” Crazy Bitch said.
“Back off, bitch,” Killyama snarled.
Stud didn’t argue. “Rock, Blade.”
Two men came up the steps slowly. One took a step forward and grappled with Crazy Bitch before he managed to get her in a tight hold, tossing her over his shoulder then went down the steps with the woman threatening to cut his dick off.
“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.