by Jamie Begley
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The wedding was being held at her father’s motorcycle club where he used to be president. Diamond pulled into the parking lot, surprised at the number of bikes in front of the small building, wondering who they belonged to. The Destructors’ members would never be able to afford the bikes she was staring at and they sure as hell had never had more than twenty members. She was looking at more than sixty bikes.
Curious, Diamond parked her car and climbed out. She once again studied the bikes as she went inside the club where she came to a stop when recognizing a few of the jackets of the men inside the club. The Blue Horsemen were inside, mingling with the Destructors.
Diamond tried not to let her mouth drop open, but was unable to prevent the surprised expression on her face.
Startled, she managed to squeeze through the crowd, searching for her mother. She finally located her in one of the rooms at the back of the club. She was dressed in a cream dress that made her look pretty and carefree, which exemplified her mother. Her sister looked gorgeous as well. The pale yellow dress really went well with her hair and gave her a maturity and sophistication that Diamond had never noticed before.
“You look beautiful,” Diamond said, going to stand by her mother’s side.
Her mother and Sex Piston both turned at her voice.
“You look beautiful, Diamond.” Her mother grabbed her and hugged her tightly.
Sex Piston didn’t say anything, studying her sister’s face with tight lips.
“What’s with all the Blue Horsemen?” Diamond asked.
“The Destructors have merged with them. We’re a big family now.”
“What?” Diamond asked, confused.
“If you ever happened to answer your phone, you would know shit,” Sex Piston said snidely.
Diamond avoided her sister’s eyes, going to her mother for an explanation as she started to pull her hair up off her neck.
“I was doing that,” Sex Piston snapped. Diamond’s hands dropped away and she went to sit on a chair as Sex Piston resumed fixing their mother’s hair.
Silence filled the room as Sex Piston worked her mother’s hair until it was on the top of her head and fell in curls against the back of her neck.
“Why did they merge?” Diamond asked.
“Because Joker and Ace can’t handle the club. They had a couple of fights three months ago and several of the members were seriously hurt. They can’t handle the club without your father and your father doesn’t want the responsibility of the club every day anymore. His heart isn’t as strong as it used to be; the doctors said, if he doesn’t take better care of himself, he’s headed for a heart attack.” Her mother’s voice wobbled on her last words.
“Stud and your pops have been friends for years, and he asked him if they were interested in merging. He said no, but he took the Destructors on as a charter of the Blue Horsemen.”
“So basically the Destructors are no more?” Diamond couldn’t believe it. She had thought they would be like cockroaches who could survive a nuclear blast.
Her mother looked close to tears. “It’s for everyone’s safety. If Joker and Ace can’t protect the club, then someone could get killed with their attitude. They can’t back up their brothers.”
Diamond had known all along that the younger members weren’t up to the standard her father had expected, although she had, of course, kept that knowledge to herself.
“How do the Destructors feel about the change?”
“Oh, I think the men are all happy with the change. Most of them are followers, not leaders,” her mom said, her smile returning as she put on lipstick.
“The women?” Diamond questioned, but she didn’t need to really. Sex Piston’s face said it all. She was the leader of the women. If she wasn’t happy then her crew sure as shit wasn’t.
“They’ll adjust.” Her optimistic mom said, picking up her bouquet from the dresser. Diamond couldn’t help the smile curving her lips at her sister’s mutinous face. “The Blue Horsemen don’t let their women become involved in club business and usually, uh...” Her mother’s face turned red. “They don’t talk back to the men with disrespect.” Her mother cast Sex Piston a censorious look.
Diamond could just bet the hostilities between the women of the Destructors and the Blue Horsemen was quickly becoming legendary. With their father the President of the Destructors since their birth, Sex Piston had pretty much been allowed to do anything she wanted and her crew were just as bad.
Having met the Blue Horsemen when she was investigating Knox’s case, she didn’t think the arrogant bikers were going to tolerate the attitude of the women. It was going to be interesting to see who would win the forthcoming battle. As much as she hated to admit it, from firsthand experience, the Blue Horsemen wouldn’t be able to deal with Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch and they sure as hell wouldn’t be able to deal with Killyama.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Don’t take all fucking day, I got shit to do.” Killyama’s voice on the other side of the door only reinforced her thoughts.
“I’m ready.” Her mother smiled, taking each daughter by the arm. Diamond opened the door, walking slowly down the hallway into the crowded room where one of her father’s friends was going to marry them. Diamond couldn’t help wondering exactly how legal the ceremony they were participating in was; she hoped the man had done the necessary paperwork. Pushing those thoughts away, her eyes drifted to her father as he turned around and Diamond’s breath caught at the expression on his face. All the love he felt for her mother was there for everyone to see.
When they drew near, her mother moved forward to stand beside her father. He turned, hugging Sex Piston as Diamond drew away to go sit down. Her father grabbed her hand, stopping her as Sex Piston stepped away. He pulled her close and Diamond stood stiffly in his embrace before he released her.
“I love you, Diamond.” Her father’s voice sounded strained with emotion. Tears filled her eyes as memories from her childhood surged through her mind, reminding her of the special bond they had once shared.
Diamond didn’t say anything as she stepped back to watch the ceremony.
It was short and sweet, and when it was over, they kissed like they had never kissed before with cheers and raucous comments from the audience. Her parents broke apart with a raucous comment themselves.
Diamond winced, going to get a beer from the coolers set up on tables against the wall. Pulling one from the ice, she noticed Crazy Bitch already had one as she stared back at her.
“You look all choked up with emotion, Diamond,” she said sarcastically.
“Kiss my ass,” Diamond snapped.
“Looks like there’s more of it, that’s for fucking sure.” Crazy Bitch stared pointedly at her ass.
Diamond blushed, she had become best friends with Chunky Monkey ice cream the last several weeks and her dress had become tight across her butt. She hadn’t been raised in the Destructors without being able to handle herself, though. “How’s it going with the Blue Horsemen?”
Crazy Bitch’s mouth snapped closed as several of them came to take beer from the cooler. Diamond threw her a satisfied smile before moving away from the table because she was also not stupid; she knew that Crazy Bitch would beat the shit out of her if she pressed too hard. Diamond wasn’t afraid of her, but she didn’t want to ruin the wedding day her mother had waited years for, either.
She found a couple of older members that she knew and stood talking with them about their children now grown when the President of the Blue Horsemen walked by.
“Diamond, have you met Stud?”
Diamond stared at the biker. “We’ve met,” she said with a quirk of her lips.
Stud paused, looking her over. “You look different without your suit.”
Diamond shrugged. “The Destructors don’t mind my suits when I’m bailing them out of jail.”
Stud’s mouth twisted. “Good to know that we have a lawyer in the family, could come in h
andy.”
“I don’t belong to my parent’s club,” Diamond said hastily.
“Don’t matter if you are or not. If you’re Skulls’s kid, we’ll watch out for you.”
“You’ll do well if you can keep Sex Piston out of trouble without worrying about me.”
At the mention of Sex Piston’s name, his facial expression changed. “Your sister isn’t going to get in trouble anymore.”
Diamond laughed in his face. “Good luck with that.”
His face darkened, not appreciating her humor. “You doubt that we can control her?”
“I know so. Sex Piston and her crew are going to drive you and your men nuts. But don’t worry, maybe I’m wrong.” Diamond doubted it, though hey, miracles could happen.
“What did you just call me?” A loud roar sounded from across the room where the biker that had offered Diamond his lap was arguing with Killyama.
Diamond started laughing when a fuming looking Stud moved toward the table where the argument was going on between the two. Diamond saw her mother and father standing together and walked toward them.
“I’m going to go. Congratulations.” Diamond brushed a kiss across her mother’s face and then turned to say goodbye to her father. He was looking younger than his years; obviously having the weight of the club off his shoulders was beneficial to his health.
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” he asked.
“I have some work that I need to do. I’ve been busy.”
“So I’ve heard,” he said, searching her eyes.
Diamond should have known that Sex Piston wouldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“I heard that the charges were dropped against him.”
Diamond nodded.
“You still seeing him?” her mother asked with her discerning eyes on Diamond’s face.
“No. Look, I‘ve gotta go. I’ll give you a call.” Diamond managed to escape, avoiding Sex Piston who she saw had joined Killyama in the argument with the bikers. Their eyes met briefly before Diamond went out the door. Sex Piston’s eyes searched hers, easily seeing the pain that Diamond was trying unsuccessfully to keep hidden.
Diamond drove home, passing the diner as she went through town where The Last Riders on their motorcycles ended up in front of her. Knox was easy to spot amongst the group. Bliss was on the back with her arms wrapped around his waist.
One of the bikers must have said something because Evie and Raci turned their heads around, waving at Diamond. Diamond forced herself to wave nonchalantly back. Giving her blinker, she turned off the main road several streets before hers, taking the longer way home, but it was worth it not to have to watch Bliss riding with Knox.
Diamond parked her car and then went inside her lonely apartment. Taking off her dress, she slid on the sweats and top she had worn home from Knox’s that first weekend she had spent with him.
Then, grabbing her Chunky Monkey ice cream, she went to her couch, dropping down on it. Bored, she shoved the papers she had been working on to the side, knocking off one of the folders. She watched the contents spill over the floor before picking them up.
She stared at the list of men’s names that Sam had been intimate with in high school. Diamond could tell from the addresses beside each name that they were from the better part of town. Samantha hadn’t become involved with the less savory men in Treepoint until after she had turned eighteen. Diamond’s spoon paused with the ice cream still on there, halfway to her mouth. A sudden thought occurred to her.
Picking up her phone, she called Beth. “Hello?”
“Hi, Beth this is Diamond I was wondering if I could have Lily’s number. I have a quick question for her.”
“Yes.” Beth gave her the number without questioning why Diamond wanted it.
“Thanks, Beth.” Diamond cut off the conversation before Beth could say anything. Feeling guilty, Diamond regretted being rude, but she had heard the laughter and music in the background and her stomach couldn’t take the images of Knox being there.
Her call to Lily was answered on the first ring.
“Lily, this is Diamond Richard. Do you remember me?”
“Of course. How are you?”
“I’m doing well. I have a quick question.”
“Okay.” Her sweet voice brought a true smile to Diamond’s face for the first time in weeks.
“When you were in high school, who was considered the bad boy in your age group? Someone that would freak a parent out if their daughter got involved with them?”
Silence met her answer. “Most of the boys in my class were pretty nice; they were into clothes as much as the girls.”
“How about a grade ahead of you then?”
“I can’t think of anyone that… wait a minute, there was someone, but he didn’t graduate with his class; he was a year ahead of Samantha and me and dropped out before graduation. I heard his grades were bad enough he would have to come back during summer school and he wasn’t going to do that, so he just dropped out completely.”
“Who?” The name Lily gave her convinced Diamond she was right in her assumptions.
“Thanks, Lily. That’s all I needed to know. How’s school?”
“Good. I’m glad I only have a year left after this semester, I’m getting sick of being away from home.” Diamond heard the homesickness in her voice.
“I understand. Just hang in there. It will be worth it when you graduate.”
“I will.” They talked for several minutes more before they hung up. Diamond got up from her couch and put the melting ice cream back into the freezer.
She went into the bedroom to put on her tennis shoes then grabbed her keys before she went outside. It was getting dark. Almost deciding to turn around and wait until tomorrow, Diamond got into her car, curiosity driving her to lose her commonsense about finding their home in the dark.
She had to know for sure if she was right because, if she was, she had just found out who was responsible for Samantha Bedford’s death.
Chapter Seventeen
“Who was that?” Razer asked.
Beth sat, staring at her phone with a hurt expression on her face.
“Diamond Richard,” she said, glancing at Knox who was sitting across the table from her, eating his dinner.
“What did she want with Lily’s number?” Shade and Knox both stopped eating at Razer’s question.
“I don’t know. She hung up before I could ask.”
They continued eating until Razer couldn’t avoid the glares from the men sitting at the table.
“Maybe you should call and find out,” Razer suggested.
Beth picked up her phone and called her sister while the men waited impatiently for several minutes until Beth hung up.
“What did she want?” This time it was Knox who asked.
“She wanted to know if there was a boy in her and Sam’s class that would freak a parent out if their daughter became involved with them.”
“Was there?” Knox asked, getting a sick feeling in his gut.
“Yes.”
“Who was it?”
“Dustin Porter.”
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Diamond pulled her car in front of the Porter’s house. The older, wooden house’s front porch was lit with a spotlight, showing not only the front porch, but a great expanse of the yard. When Diamond got out of her car, almost blinded by the light, the door opened and a man came outside to stand on the porch.
“Is that you, Ms. Richards?”
“Yes, Dustin.” Diamond licked her lips. “Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”
He lowered the shotgun he was holding. “Sure, come on in.”
Diamond walked up the short flight of steps to the front porch. Dustin’s face was in the shadows as if he suspected why she was there, making her unable to read his feelings on her being there. Diamond walked into the old fashioned living room that had a braided rug on the floor and an old, flowered print couch.
“Where are your brothers and sister?” Diam
ond questioned, going into the living room, regretting her decision for coming out alone to his house. She should have gone to the sheriff, however she’d been too excited at the prospect of being right to think of what she was doing.
“They went into town to see a movie. Not much else to do on a Friday night,” Dustin replied.
“I’ve been finding that out myself. I’m from Jamestown; it’s not much bigger, but at least it has a little more entertainment than Treepoint does.” She made an effort to keep the conversation casual until she could get out of the situation she had placed herself in.
“What brought you out here at this time of night?” Dustin asked, studying her tense face.
“I just wanted to check and see how everything was going since the hearing. I like to check in with my clients. I also thought I would invite Rachel to lunch. I haven’t made many friends since coming to Treepoint.” Dustin didn’t say anything after her answer. “Since she’s not here you can tell her to give me a call,” Diamond continued on, casually walking towards the door.
“How’d you figure it out?” Dustin asked, making no move to stop her.
Diamond paused, looking at the man nervously. She thought about denying it, but something told her it would be useless. Selling pot for a living would give him the advantage of being used to determining when a person was lying.
“Sam flaunted everyone in front of her parents; it only made sense to wonder about the man she kept secret.”
“I embarrassed her.” Dustin made a wry face, his hand running through his curly hair. “We began seeing each other when she was a freshman in high school. She didn’t tell anyone because she didn’t want her rich daddy to know.”
He took a step toward her and Diamond backed away towards the door. Dustin stopped then walked over to the table, putting the gun down.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Ms. Richards.”
Diamond let a sigh of relief escape.
“We were in love,” he continued. “She wasn’t like she was until after we broke up. She was always a handful and a smartass, but she wasn’t mean and a slut until after she broke up with me. When her mother died, we were going to sneak away and get married. She was just waiting until the end of the school year then we were going to leave town.”
