Knox's Stand

by Jamie Begley

“I have a good view also. Perhaps we should learn a signal. I could signal you when I have a parishioner that wants to stay forever and you could signal me when you have a client you can’t get rid of,” he joked.

  “Don’t temp me; I’ve had several of those.”

  “I noticed Knox coming by several weeks ago, but he hasn’t been around for a while, why is that?” Pastor Dean inquired.

  Diamond was surprised that he’d bluntly let her know he had noticed Knox coming into her office as well as his question. “His case was dropped, so there wasn’t any need for him to come around anymore.”

  Pastor Dean nodded his head. “I was glad to hear it. Knox and I were in the service together,” he explained.

  “You’re friends?” Diamond asked in surprise.

  “Yes, I consider myself one of the few honored with that position. We started out in the service together straight out of high school. Knox didn’t have many friends then, still doesn’t. The Last Riders are his friends and family, but I think that’s it. He ended up in foster care when he was pretty young. He told me he had been in over fifteen foster homes before he graduated and joined the service.”

  “Fifteen?” Diamond was shocked.

  “Yes, I imagine that was hard growing up; every time you became attached to a new family, being sent away.”

  Diamond felt the pain for Knox in her chest, aching for the man when he was a child who had been unable to control his own life. It would have been doubly hard on Knox who had such a dominant personality.

  “I knew his wife also,” Pastor Dean said, watching her reaction.

  “His wife?” Diamond whispered.

  “They got married about a year after he joined the service. She was very pretty and shy. I can still see her in my mind on their wedding day. They were both nineteen and thought nothing could touch them. They didn’t even have time for a honeymoon. They wanted to get married before Dena got shipped out. It was the first wedding I performed. She was shipped out thirty minutes later. They didn’t even have time to consummate their marriage, yet they didn’t care. Both of them simply laughed and held hands while they waited on the chopper to pick her up.”

  “What happened?” Diamond whispered, seeing that Pastor Dean’s hands had clenched at his side.

  “She was killed by a roadside bomb two days later. I was the one who had to tell him. I’ve had to deliver that news sixty-three times, but Knox was the worst. He was a friend and I saw something inside of him die that day.” Diamond couldn’t help the tears that fell from her eyes. “He met Evie and joined The Last Riders two years later, but he never let himself fall for another woman. It would be a leap of faith for him to do that and I think he gave up on God the day Dena died.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” Diamond asked, finally realizing that he’d had more than one purpose in coming to her office.

  “As I said, my church has a perfect view of your building.”

  Diamond’s face flamed, remembering the night she had worked late and Knox had showed up. He had lifted her onto her desk and taken her until she had begged for mercy, promising she wouldn’t be late meeting him again. Pastor Dean must have gotten an eyeful.

  “He had a look on his face I hadn’t seen in years. Frankly, I was happy to see someone in his life that he cared about again.”

  “He doesn’t care about me,” Diamond said. “I asked him, he wouldn’t tell me.”

  “Knox isn’t much of a talker. That’s for damn sure, but I’m not surprised he’s running away, especially if he cares for you. He won’t willingly put himself out there to be hurt again,” Pastor Dean advised.

  “He wouldn’t. He’s a marshmallow,” she agreed with his assessment.

  “A marshmallow?” Diamond nodded. “Yes, well, I don’t know if I’d agree with that analogy, but if it keeps you from playing ‘Rolling in the Deep’ over and over again, I’m all for it.”

  “You can hear that?” Pastor Dean nodded. Diamond couldn’t help but laugh. “You and my secretary won’t be hearing it again,” Diamond promised.

  “Thank God,” Pastor Dean declared, standing up.

  “It was nice to meet you, Pastor Dean, and I think I will take you up on your invitation. I’ll see you Sunday.”

  “It was nice to meet you, too, Diamond.” Pastor Dean left her office, closing the door behind him.

  As soon as he left, Diamond went to her desk phone, pushing in Knox’s number. She wanted to talk to him. She didn’t know what she would say, she just wanted to hear his voice. He didn’t answer on her first call, he didn’t answer the next six times she called, nor did he return any of her texts or messages. After an hour of failed attempts, Diamond left her office, going to her car.

  She had somewhere to go now.

  Driving carefully through the tears clouding her vision, she went in search of the one person who could make it better.

  Chapter Nineteen

  No one was home as Diamond put her key into the door, going inside the quiet house. It was ironic that the last few weeks her parents had called and Diamond hadn’t returned their calls, yet now that she wanted someone to talk to, no one was around. Diamond walked around the empty house, unsure of what to do. She went outside onto the back porch, sitting in the swing that faced the yard. Her foot gently sent the swing into motion.

  She heard the back door open and close. “Diamond? Why are you sitting out here? It’s freezing out.”

  Her father walked around to the front of the swing.

  “What’s wrong?” He sat down beside her.

  “I love Knox. I love him so much.” Diamond buried her face in her hands. “I don’t even know why I love the big jerk.” Her father put his arm around her shoulder. Diamond turned to him, crying on his shoulder.

  “How does he feel?” Her father looked over his shoulder to his wife and Sex Piston standing silently behind the swing. He started to get up and let his wife handle the situation, but Sizzle shook her head.

  “He doesn’t love me back.” Diamond cried harder.

  “Are you sure?” Her father pulled her closer.

  “Yes, now he won’t even talk to me.”

  “Then make him,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “What?” Diamond looked up from his shoulder.

  “Make him talk to you. It’s what your mother did.”

  “When?” Diamond couldn’t remember her parents ever even having an argument.

  Her father took a deep breath. “When you girls were little, we broke up for a while. We argued over custody so we decided to live together until you girls were older. It was the worst six months of my life. I loved your mom, but she was sick of me putting the Destructors first. She didn’t want me to leave the club, she just wanted equal time. I was stupid and put the club first and you guys second. When I missed Sex Piston’s birthday party, she’d had it. Living with your mom and yet not being with her was terrible. I’m ashamed to say I did stupid shit that I regret, that I will always regret, Diamond.”

  “How did you get back together?” Diamond asked.

  “It was because of you, Diamond.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise. “Me?”

  “After you saw me at the club with that woman and didn’t talk to me, your mom and I talked. She couldn’t understand the change in you towards me. You went from being a daddy’s girl to not wanting to sit at the dinner table with me, so yeah, she knew something was wrong.”

  “How did you know?”

  “One of my men saw you running from the back of the club. When I got home I could tell from the way you treated me that you had seen. I didn’t know what to say to you, and your mother finally made me tell her. It was the worst day of my life, confessing I had cheated on her and had been for a long time. The thing was, she had known all along and that was another reason she’d had a problem with the club. We talked all day and night, Diamond, and worked it all out, but I paid for that day for years. It destroyed my relationship with you and your mother wouldn’t mar
ry me for a long time. I had lost her trust; it took all these years to get it back, but I lost my little girl forever.

  “Diamond, go after Knox, make him talk to you.” Her father looked at her with watery eyes.

  “But you loved mom, Knox doesn’t even care about me.”

  “He ever give you a nickname? Even when you were messing around?” Her father turned red at his question.

  “No.”

  “Not once?” he pressed.

  “No, he always called me Diamond.”

  “Do you know why we called you Diamond?” her father asked, his voice gruff.

  “No.”

  “Because the second we saw you, we knew you were going to be the most precious thing in the world to us. Our precious jewel, our little Diamond.”

  Diamond burst into tears, her arms going around her father, crying for how much time they had lost.

  “If Knox hasn’t called you anything else, then he knows what he’s got, probably just too stubborn to admit it. Go talk to him, sweetheart.”

  “Maybe I’ll go see him tomorrow,” Diamond prevaricated.

  “Fuck that. Get off your ass, I’ll take you.” Shocked at the sound of Sex Piston’s voice, Diamond stood up, seeing her mother and sister behind the swing.

  “Go ahead, Diamond. What have you got to lose?” her father urged.

  “My dignity?”

  “Dignity isn’t going to keep your ass warm tonight, move it.” Sex Piston took her hand, dragging her inside the house. They were almost out the door when Sex Piston changed her mind and turned towards her bedroom.

  “You can’t go on a manhunt wearing that shit you got on.” She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and jerked a top off the hanger. “Get dressed.”

  Diamond looked down at herself. She was wearing the dark blue suit she’d been in all day, and for once, she agreed with her sister. Taking of the suit, she managed to squeeze herself into her sister’s jeans and pulled on the top. Her breasts were larger than Sex Piston’s and the top was low cut. The globes of her breasts were displayed to an extent that Diamond didn’t think was decent.

  “Do you have another top I could borrow? This one is too tight.” Diamond looked at herself in her sister’s mirror. The top was practically indecent.

  Sex Piston closed the closet door with a pair of high-heeled boots in her hand. She handed them to Diamond. “Put them on, and no I don’t have a bigger top. That’s the largest one I have,” she lied.

  Diamond sat down on the side of the bed, putting the boots on. When she was done Sex Piston pushed her down at her dressing table and took down her hair, styling the thick mass until it was curled and fluffy.

  “Now you’re done. Let’s go.”

  Diamond followed behind her sister, her resolve weakening. “Sex Piston, I think I’m going to wait until I’ve thought this over a little more.”

  “Think over what?” Crazy Bitch asked, coming out of the kitchen with Killyama and T.A..

  “Damn, I forgot we were supposed to watch Stud’s kids tonight while they had their meeting,” Sex Piston said, coming to a halt.

  “Stud has kids?” Diamond asked.

  “Yeah, three kids from hell. Is Fat Louise here?” Sex Piston asked, thinking fast.

  “She’s in the kitchen,” Crazy Bitch answered.

  “Fat Louise!” Sex Piston yelled. Fat Louise came out of the kitchen, eating a Pop Tart.

  “You go on to the club and watch Stud’s kids, we have somewhere we got to go.”

  “I ain’t watching those monsters by myself,” Fat Louise argued back.

  “If you do it, I’ll take you out to dinner, anywhere you want to go.”

  “Anywhere?”

  Sex Piston hesitated. “Yes.”

  “Even Popeye’s?” Fat Louise’s eyes lit up.

  “Yes. We are going to The Last Riders’ clubhouse to get Knox for Diamond.”

  “Why?” Fat Louise asked, confused. “We don’t like that asshole.”

  “We don’t, but Diamond’s in love with the mother fucker, and what she wants, she’s going to get,” Sex Piston said resolutely. “Let’s go; time’s a-wastin’. It’s Friday night at that club; things will be getting freaky there.”

  Diamond tried to interrupt Sex Piston, but found herself dragged outside by her and Crazy Bitch.

  “My keys are in the house,” Diamond said.

  “They can stay there, we’re taking my car.” Killyama opened the back door and Diamond barely had enough time to lower her head before she was shoved into the back seat.

  “Scoot your ass over,” Killyama said, sliding in next to her.

  Crazy Bitch got in the front seat with Sex Piston and T.A. grabbed the last seat, sliding in next to Diamond in the back seat.

  Sex Piston put the car in gear, accelerating with a squeal of her tires. Driving like a bat out of hell, her sister drove towards Treepoint.

  With each mile, the butterflies in Diamond’s stomach made her more and more nervous. Completely sure this was a terrible mistake, she attempted to get Sex Piston to turn around.

  “Fuck, no, we ain’t turnin’ around,” Killyama said. “I’ve been dying to see one of their parties ever since Beth told us about them. Who knows, maybe we’ll like them more than the Blue Horseman and we’ll start hangin’ with them instead.”

  Diamond stared at the grim-faced women in the car. The Last Riders had no idea what was headed their way. God help them.

  Chapter Twenty

  The Last Riders’ parking lot was filled with motorcycles and cars. It was the one day of the week that hanger-ons were allowed in the clubhouse. Diamond, Sex Piston and her crew got out of the car, staring up at the huge house. Music could be heard from where they were standing.

  “Sex Piston, I’ve changed my mind.” Her sister glanced at her before walking over and taking her hand.

  “You can do this, Diamond. I’ll be right there with you. I shouldn’t have butted in when I saw him at your office. Now, get your ass up those steps,” she said, giving Diamond a shove on her back.

  “What if I see him with someone?”

  “Beth caught Razer fucking Evie. She got over it.” She shrugged.

  Diamond wasn’t so sure she would be able to get over seeing him with another woman.

  When they walked up the steps, Diamond tried to hesitate at the door, but Killyama pushed her through. The sight that met Diamond’s eyes were her worst fears confirmed. The Last Riders were as Diamond had never seen them before.

  Cash had Jewell on his lap, sucking her bare breast, while Train had a woman pressed against the wall with her skirt up around her waist as he was fucking her. Razer and Beth were sitting on the couch, necking, and while they were the most circumspect of the group with their clothes still on, Diamond wasn’t so sure what she would’ve found if they had come in a few minutes later.

  “Do you see him?” Sex Piston asked.

  “No, he’s not here.”

  “He must be in his room. Where is it?” Sex Piston asked.

  “Upstairs.” Diamond felt a hand on her back, pushing her towards the steps.

  “Stop pushing me T.A.,” Diamond hissed, seeing Beth’s eyes widen and jerk from Razer’s arms before coming towards them.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked as she drew close.

  “Diamond is going to talk to Knox. He upstairs?” Sex Piston told Beth as if they stopped by for a visit regularly.

  “I don’t know. We just got here. Go outside and wait. I’ll get Razer to go get him for you.”

  “We can get him ourselves.” Sex Piston ignored her offer. Diamond felt herself move toward the steps and then up them. As Beth followed behind, she saw Razer get up, coming after them.

  “Sex Piston, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Beth tried again to stop them. The woman ignored her, reaching the top of the steps.

  “Which one is it?” Sex Piston asked. Diamond almost didn’t tell her, but she knew that she would go
into each and every room until she found him.

  Diamond took a step toward Knox’s door. She was going to knock, but Sex Piston opened the door before she could. The light from the bathroom shined into the bedroom, highlighting the people on the bed. There were four people on the bed.

  Diamond took one look and then turned around, running into Sex Piston who knew the instant she saw Diamond’s face that she had made a mistake in making her confront Knox in his room.

  “Mother. Fucker,” Sex Piston said angrily.

  Diamond pushed through the group of women, her hand to her mouth. She got to the top of the steps before she stopped. Sex Piston, Killyama, Beth, Crazy Bitch and T.A. all came to a stop behind her as Razer stood at the top of the steps, watching the women. She saw the recognition in his eyes; he was aware of what she had encountered. Diamond turned around, unable to face the sympathy she saw in the hard ass biker.

  Taking a deep breath, Diamond tried to breathe through the pain tearing her heart apart. She had seen the short blond hair on top of the man on the bed while Rider had Evie on the other side of the bed and was fucking the woman.

  “Bliss is mine,” Diamond said, pissed off like she had never been before. Sex Piston and her crew all gave a grin.

  “Let’s kick some ass.” Sex Piston let Diamond take the lead.

  “What?” Wait!” Beth yelled.

  Diamond rushed back into the bedroom before Beth or Razer could react, burying her hand in Bliss’s hair and jerking her off the cock she was riding. At the same time, Sex Piston went for Evie who was straddling Rider’s lap, pulling her off backwards to land on the floor. Through all of this, Crazy Bitch held Beth and Razer back at the doorway, threatening them with a lamp she had quickly picked up from the dresser.

  “What in the fuck?” A man growled, though Diamond didn’t even pay attention to the male voice coming from the bed.

  Bliss screamed, trying to get away, but Diamond had a good grip on her hair. Evie was doing better defending herself against Sex Piston, but not by much. As Rider tried to jerk Sex Piston off Evie, Razer finally managed to get by Crazy Bitch.

  Diamond glared at him as he approached her. “You get away or I’m going to smash your nuts.”