Knox's Stand
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Sex Piston leaned forward, digging through her freshly washed, clothes and pulled out a bright pink pair of thong underwear and matching pink bra. “Can I borrow these?”
“No,” snapped Diamond, taking them from her and placing them back in the laundry basket.
“Get out of the kitchen, Louise.” Diamond refused to call her fat; the woman didn’t weigh a hundred freaking pounds. The only thing big about her was her ass, which she was determined to put on display in the tightest pants imaginable.
“Why don’t you have anything to fucking snack on?” Louise said, coming out of the kitchen.
“I’m on a diet.”
“What for?” Sex Piston asked. “It’s not like you care what anyone thinks.”
“I don’t.” Diamond wasn’t really, however she was well aware that she was much larger than her voluptuous sister, who was small with curves in all the right places, not the flabby ass and tummy Diamond had to deal with constantly.
“Ma wants you to come to dinner on Friday.”
“I’m busy.”
“Then get un-busy and get your ass there. She’s cooking.” Damn, her mom never cooked, and it showed with how terrible she was at it, but she always did it when she had bad news to impart. The last time she had cooked, she had told them her annual mammogram had shown a spot. Thankfully after a biopsy, it had proven to be nothing to worry about, yet Diamond’s body tautened, knowing she wouldn’t be able to miss the dinner.
“I’ll be there.”
Sex Piston nodded. “Heard you got a new case defending that fucker Knox. He kill the bitch?”
“No,” Diamond replied irritably at the same time she took her red thong away from Crazy Bitch. Jerking her laundry basket away from the women, she carried it into her bedroom.
She knew it had been a mistake leaving the women alone when she returned to find them in her kitchen fixing themselves lunch. Giving in, she helped them to save her clean kitchen from being destroyed. Fixing sandwiches, they sat at her table, drinking the last of her wine she kept in the fridge.
“So why you so sure he didn’t kill that bitch?” Sex Piston asked.
“Because I am.” She refused to discuss Knox’s case with her sister, instead she took her dirty plate to the sink.
Sex Piston narrowed her eyes at her sister. “Don’t get attached to that fuckwad, Diamond. Beth told me what went on in that clubhouse before she married Razer. Now she doesn’t tell me shit except that those parties and sex swapping are still going strong.”
“I don’t know or care what goes on in that clubhouse,” Diamond answered, clearing the dishes from the table.
“Good. Because, if you can’t handle what goes down with the Destructors, you sure as shit can’t handle The Last Riders. And from what Beth said, Knox is the worst one. Says he goes at the women for hours.”
“No shit?” Crazy Bitch asked, setting down her glass of wine.
“No shit,” Sex Piston answered.
“Damn, the Destructors need to get some of that shit going on. Too bad that they don’t look like The Last Riders,” Crazy Bitch said wishfully.
“You’re telling me; Ace and the rest of them all need to lose that spare their carrying around their middle.”
“What’s it matter? You’ve never let it bug you before?” Diamond said, picking up her empty wine glass. If Diamond hadn’t been looking at her sister, she would have missed the hurt look before her sister managed to cover it with her usual blasé attitude.
“They broke up for good this time,” Killyama answered for her friend, throwing Sex Piston one of her pissed off glares.
“They never break up for good. They’ll be back together by Friday. He’ll have his ass sitting at Mom’s table before I get there.”
“Not unless that bitch he knocked up lets him loose.”
“He got someone pregnant while he was seeing Sex Piston?”
“Nope, they were on one of their breaks. I guess it’s more permanent than they thought it was going to be,” Crazy Bitch said, looking at Sex Piston.
“I was done with his sorry ass anyway. He knocked up some eighteen-year-old. She can snuggle up to his hairy ass.” Her chair scrapped back from the table.
“Sex Piston—” Her sister cut her off.
“Let’s move,” she said to her bitches. Her crew all stood to their feet, following behind her to the door. “See you Friday.”
Diamond watched them leave, piling into their puke green car. Sex Piston’s face was still set in her I’ll-kick-your-ass visage she’d used since she was a little girl. Diamond had no doubt that Ace would rue the day he had cheated on Sex Piston.
* * *
Diamond had just put a pizza in the oven when her doorbell rang. Going to the door, she saw Rider and Knox.
When she opened the door, Rider handed her the keys to her car.
“All fixed.”
“Thanks. How much do I owe you?” Diamond asked, stepping away from the door to get her purse. When she turned back around both men were inside her apartment. Still embarrassed from the way that she had behaved the last time Knox was in her apartment, she kept her eyes on Rider.
“Viper took care of it. He said he’d take it out of your payment for representing Knox.” Diamond started to argue, but Rider held up his hand. “You got a problem with it, take it up with Viper. Don’t shoot the messenger.” Reluctantly, Diamond put down her purse.
“I won’t. I’ll settle up with him the next time I see him.”
“Cool. That pizza I smell?” Rider asked, lifting his nose in the air.
“Yes,” Diamond admitted reluctantly.
Neither man made a move to leave. Having dealt once today with her sister and her hungry crew, Diamond knew where this was headed.
“We didn’t get lunch today, trying to get your car fixed and brought back to you. We figured you’d be recovered enough to get back to work tomorrow,” Knox said. Diamond caved in at the reminders of his helping her when she was sick then fixing her car.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Yes,” they both answered at once.
“Have a seat.”
They sat at the kitchen table as Diamond took the pizza out of the oven.
“Got any beer?” Rider asked with hope in his voice.
“No, and I don’t have any wine. Sex Piston and her friends finished it off earlier today.”
“Thank God we missed them.” Rider shuddered.
“That’s her sister, dumbass.”
“Sorry,” Rider apologized as he pulled a slice of pizza free from the tray.
“It’s okay. My sister and her friends are an acquired taste.” Sitting down at the table, she put a pitcher of sweetened tea and glasses on the table before taking a slice of pizza onto her own plate.
As they ate, wiping out the pizza, Diamond barely managed to grab the last slice away from Rider, who gave her sad puppy dog eyes. When she was about to take a bite, his eyes dropped to her mouth as she opened it. Diamond closed her mouth and handed him the pizza.
“That wasn’t fair,” she chastised him. Rider took a large bite of the cheesy pizza, shrugging his shoulders.
“No,” snapped Diamond, taking them from her and placing them back in the laundry basket.
“Get out of the kitchen, Louise.” Diamond refused to call her fat; the woman didn’t weigh a hundred freaking pounds. The only thing big about her was her ass, which she was determined to put on display in the tightest pants imaginable.
“Why don’t you have anything to fucking snack on?” Louise said, coming out of the kitchen.
“I’m on a diet.”
“What for?” Sex Piston asked. “It’s not like you care what anyone thinks.”
“I don’t.” Diamond wasn’t really, however she was well aware that she was much larger than her voluptuous sister, who was small with curves in all the right places, not the flabby ass and tummy Diamond had to deal with constantly.
“Ma wants you to come to dinner on Friday.”
“I’m busy.”
“Then get un-busy and get your ass there. She’s cooking.” Damn, her mom never cooked, and it showed with how terrible she was at it, but she always did it when she had bad news to impart. The last time she had cooked, she had told them her annual mammogram had shown a spot. Thankfully after a biopsy, it had proven to be nothing to worry about, yet Diamond’s body tautened, knowing she wouldn’t be able to miss the dinner.
“I’ll be there.”
Sex Piston nodded. “Heard you got a new case defending that fucker Knox. He kill the bitch?”
“No,” Diamond replied irritably at the same time she took her red thong away from Crazy Bitch. Jerking her laundry basket away from the women, she carried it into her bedroom.
She knew it had been a mistake leaving the women alone when she returned to find them in her kitchen fixing themselves lunch. Giving in, she helped them to save her clean kitchen from being destroyed. Fixing sandwiches, they sat at her table, drinking the last of her wine she kept in the fridge.
“So why you so sure he didn’t kill that bitch?” Sex Piston asked.
“Because I am.” She refused to discuss Knox’s case with her sister, instead she took her dirty plate to the sink.
Sex Piston narrowed her eyes at her sister. “Don’t get attached to that fuckwad, Diamond. Beth told me what went on in that clubhouse before she married Razer. Now she doesn’t tell me shit except that those parties and sex swapping are still going strong.”
“I don’t know or care what goes on in that clubhouse,” Diamond answered, clearing the dishes from the table.
“Good. Because, if you can’t handle what goes down with the Destructors, you sure as shit can’t handle The Last Riders. And from what Beth said, Knox is the worst one. Says he goes at the women for hours.”
“No shit?” Crazy Bitch asked, setting down her glass of wine.
“No shit,” Sex Piston answered.
“Damn, the Destructors need to get some of that shit going on. Too bad that they don’t look like The Last Riders,” Crazy Bitch said wishfully.
“You’re telling me; Ace and the rest of them all need to lose that spare their carrying around their middle.”
“What’s it matter? You’ve never let it bug you before?” Diamond said, picking up her empty wine glass. If Diamond hadn’t been looking at her sister, she would have missed the hurt look before her sister managed to cover it with her usual blasé attitude.
“They broke up for good this time,” Killyama answered for her friend, throwing Sex Piston one of her pissed off glares.
“They never break up for good. They’ll be back together by Friday. He’ll have his ass sitting at Mom’s table before I get there.”
“Not unless that bitch he knocked up lets him loose.”
“He got someone pregnant while he was seeing Sex Piston?”
“Nope, they were on one of their breaks. I guess it’s more permanent than they thought it was going to be,” Crazy Bitch said, looking at Sex Piston.
“I was done with his sorry ass anyway. He knocked up some eighteen-year-old. She can snuggle up to his hairy ass.” Her chair scrapped back from the table.
“Sex Piston—” Her sister cut her off.
“Let’s move,” she said to her bitches. Her crew all stood to their feet, following behind her to the door. “See you Friday.”
Diamond watched them leave, piling into their puke green car. Sex Piston’s face was still set in her I’ll-kick-your-ass visage she’d used since she was a little girl. Diamond had no doubt that Ace would rue the day he had cheated on Sex Piston.
* * *
Diamond had just put a pizza in the oven when her doorbell rang. Going to the door, she saw Rider and Knox.
When she opened the door, Rider handed her the keys to her car.
“All fixed.”
“Thanks. How much do I owe you?” Diamond asked, stepping away from the door to get her purse. When she turned back around both men were inside her apartment. Still embarrassed from the way that she had behaved the last time Knox was in her apartment, she kept her eyes on Rider.
“Viper took care of it. He said he’d take it out of your payment for representing Knox.” Diamond started to argue, but Rider held up his hand. “You got a problem with it, take it up with Viper. Don’t shoot the messenger.” Reluctantly, Diamond put down her purse.
“I won’t. I’ll settle up with him the next time I see him.”
“Cool. That pizza I smell?” Rider asked, lifting his nose in the air.
“Yes,” Diamond admitted reluctantly.
Neither man made a move to leave. Having dealt once today with her sister and her hungry crew, Diamond knew where this was headed.
“We didn’t get lunch today, trying to get your car fixed and brought back to you. We figured you’d be recovered enough to get back to work tomorrow,” Knox said. Diamond caved in at the reminders of his helping her when she was sick then fixing her car.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Yes,” they both answered at once.
“Have a seat.”
They sat at the kitchen table as Diamond took the pizza out of the oven.
“Got any beer?” Rider asked with hope in his voice.
“No, and I don’t have any wine. Sex Piston and her friends finished it off earlier today.”
“Thank God we missed them.” Rider shuddered.
“That’s her sister, dumbass.”
“Sorry,” Rider apologized as he pulled a slice of pizza free from the tray.
“It’s okay. My sister and her friends are an acquired taste.” Sitting down at the table, she put a pitcher of sweetened tea and glasses on the table before taking a slice of pizza onto her own plate.
As they ate, wiping out the pizza, Diamond barely managed to grab the last slice away from Rider, who gave her sad puppy dog eyes. When she was about to take a bite, his eyes dropped to her mouth as she opened it. Diamond closed her mouth and handed him the pizza.
“That wasn’t fair,” she chastised him. Rider took a large bite of the cheesy pizza, shrugging his shoulders.
