She stared out her window that faced the back of the church and provided a view of the parking lot. The sight of the church never failed to bring feelings of guilt about her relationship with Knox.
She had spent every night of the last two weeks either in his bed or hers. He would wait until dark and pick her up on his bike to take her to the clubhouse or he would knock on her door and they would stay at her apartment for the night. She refused to allow herself to think about the time he was at the clubhouse without her.
She got up from her chair and went to her window, lowering the shade so the image of the church wouldn’t be staring at her accusingly.
As she returned to her desk, her cell phone rang so she looked at the caller ID. Sex Piston was calling her. Diamond didn’t answer, dodging her sister yet again. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to talk to them since that disaster of a dinner.
She sighed, making her mind up to go over tomorrow night and face them. She would apologize and paste one of her fake smiles on and then stand by them with gritted teeth as they married.
Her cell phone rang again. Picking it up, thinking this time it might be her mother, she saw that it was the Commonwealth’s Attorney calling.
“Hello?”
“Di, this is David.
“What can I do for you this morning?” Diamond was dreading further bad news on Knox’s case.
“We’re dropping charges on Knox. The official autopsy and toxicology reports finally got back from Frankfort. Apparently, Treepoint needs a new coroner because he missed the mark on this case.”
“What did the autopsy show?” Hope had Diamond clenching the phone tighter in her hand.
“Samantha Bedford had a genetic kidney disease. The coroner said it was unbelievable that she had lived as long as she had with the shape they were in. I talked to the grandmother; none of the family or Samantha had any idea that she was sick.
“Besides that, the doctor said the hit on her head wasn’t hard enough to kill her, that her kidneys shut down. Even if we can prove the assault on her, which led to the trauma to her head, a good lawyer would get him off because of her condition. You’re an excellent lawyer, so I’m not going to waste the state’s money until we can prove without a doubt it was Knox she had the altercation with. Our office is going to drop the charges.”
“Thanks for calling me. I’ll give Knox the good news.” Diamond couldn’t hide her excitement.
“Don’t get to complacent, Di. If I can find some way to prove he was the one that caused that head injury, I’ll prosecute him for involuntary manslaughter.”
“Understood.” Disconnecting the call, Diamond was elated that Knox wouldn’t be facing a trial in the near future, but she continued to be worried he would have the specter of Samantha Bedford hanging over his head until they did find out who she’d had a fight with after Knox left her that day.
She pushed in Knox’s phone number.
“Yeah?” Knox answered with his grumpy voice.
“Where are you at?” Diamond tried to tone down her excitement, wanting to surprise him.
“Having lunch at the diner with Razer and Viper.”
“Can you come to my office when you get done, I have some good news.”
“Be there in five; we’re done here.”
“Okay. Bye.” Diamond could hardly wait to see his reaction.
She walked into her front office, smiling at Holly. “You can go to lunch.”
Her secretary returned her smile. “I take it you’re having a good day.”
“The best.” Diamond couldn’t restrain herself, she hugged her startled secretary.
“Want me to bring you something back?” Holly offered.
“No thanks. I might not be here when you get back. I’ll lock the door if I leave,” Diamond told her.
“Okay. See you tomorrow then.” Diamond nodded happily, going back into her office. A few minutes later, Knox came in. Diamond ran across her office, throwing herself into his arms.
“The Commonwealth’s Attorney’s office dropped the charges against you. Samantha had a genetic kidney disease that was the cause of death.”
Knox’s arms squeezed her. “What?”
Diamond nodded her head. “It’s true. Even if they find evidence of an argument between you, which they won’t,” Diamond added hastily, “they would have to do involuntary manslaughter and that would be hard to prove unless someone actually saw you inflict the injury on Samantha.”
“It’s over?” Knox asked, relief filling his face.
“Yes, I’m still going to try to find who attacked her because I don’t want that hanging over your head, but you’re free now.” Diamond didn’t try to hide how happy she was for him.
Knox twirled her around in a circle before putting her back on her feet.
“Want to go back to my apartment and celebrate? I don’t have any cases this afternoon.” Her arms circled his neck, leaning her body against his while her hand went to the belt at his waist. Knox’s hand grabbed her ass, pulling her against his hard body.
“Have you lost your fucking mind, Diamond?” Sex Piston’s voice from the office door had Diamond stepping away from Knox and turning to face her sister.
“What are you doing here?” Sex Piston never came to her office.
“I came to see why in the hell you haven’t returned any of Ma’s and Pop’s calls. Now I see why. You’re giving them shit while you’re screwing that fuckwad.”
“Don’t talk about him like that, Sex Piston,” Diamond snapped angrily at her sister.
Sex Piston’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re taking up for him? You’ve been fucking him after throwing up your high and mighty morals to me for years. I don’t think so, bitch. You’re letting someone fuck you that I wouldn’t let touch me.”
“Shut up.”
“Why? You don’t want to hear what I got to say? Too fucking bad, I’ve put up with your shit for years.” She nodded to Knox. “If you’ve been fucking him, then you’ve done Rider, too.”
Diamond turned white, taking a step away from Knox. “What are you talking about?”
“They’re the welcoming committee to The Last Riders. They double team the women that are joining the club. He tell you how the women become members?”
“Like pop’s club; you become a member’s old lady or fuck buddy.”
“Don’t tell me you’re that fucking stupid. None of those women belong to any of the members, they are members.”
“How do they become members?” Diamond looked towards Knox. His face was impassive as he listened to Sex Piston talk about The Last Riders.
“There are eight original members. The women that want to join fuck six out of the eight. When they’ve accomplished that milestone, they go get themselves tatted with the date they got their final vote. Now isn’t that too sweet?” Sex Piston said harshly.
Diamond was deathly afraid she was going to pass out.
“You been to one of their Friday night parties?” Sex Piston asked.
“What?”
“It’s their weekly fuck-fest where they swap sex partners and decide if any new women are going to become members.” She nodded her head. “I heard that he has a regular smorgasbord every week.”
For the last three weeks they had spent Friday nights at her apartment while they had spent the weeknights at his room at the clubhouse. Diamond felt sick.
“If you didn’t make it to one of their Fridays, then he has no interest in you joining. You’re less than those women; you’re just a temporary fuck.”
“Get out.” Diamond had heard enough from her sister. Sex Piston’s mouth closed with a snap. Throwing both of them dirty looks, she stormed from the office, slamming both doors as she left.