“I have my family here, my sisters are here, my business is here. Knox gave up being the biggest horndog in The Last Riders for Diamond and he bought her a fucking island.”
“Why did he buy her an island?” Stud asked in amazement.
“Because she’s afraid of zombies.”
“Zombies?”
“Zombies can’t swim, so he bought her an island,” Sex Piston explained her sister’s logic.
“They can’t?” Stud looked like he was actually debating the issue in his mind.
“How the hell would I know!” Sex Piston yelled. “The point is, he made a change in his life for Diamond.” Her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him.
“I’m not buying you a fucking island!” Stud looked at her as if she had lost her mind. The jerk didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.
“I don’t want you to buy me a fucking island!” Sex Piston yelled, angry at herself for trying to find out how Stud felt about her while she couldn’t make up her own mind if she was going to keep him or not.
Katy came rushing into the kitchen. “What in the world is going on in here? The children can hear your language in the other room.”
“I need to go home. See you later, Stud.” Sex Piston rushed from the kitchen, going to the front door. She managed to get into her car before Stud got to the door with Katy by his side. She bit down hard on her lip as she reversed out of the driveway.
Driving in the direction of the hospital, she steeled herself against the turmoil of emotions trying to break free inside of her, determined to hold the hurt and anger at bay. She had learned long ago how to smother any emotions that threatened to break through the guards she had built around her heart.
She had wanted to find out how Stud felt about her and where they were heading before loosening her grip on her heart. It was a good thing she found out now before she had fallen for the asshole. She unconsciously wiped a tear away that had slid down her cheek. The bastard could find another fuck buddy to keep him busy until he went home to West Virginia for all she cared. She told herself this all the way back to the hospital, entering Fat Louise’s room to find her entire crew still there.
They didn’t ask why she was back so soon. Instead, they handed her one of the beers Crazy Bitch had snuck in and then they spent the night watching a zombie movie on Fat Louise’s laptop. When it was over, she was still mad as hell at Stud, but she began to wonder if Diamond had been smoking any of the green Shade was always buying for The Last Riders.
Chapter Sixteen
Stud leaned against the bar at the Destructors’ clubhouse, barely managing to restrain himself from walking across the room and dragging Sex Piston into his room. She had been ignoring him for the past few days, since their argument at his house.
He had no intention of leaving the woman he cared about behind while he went back to West Virginia. He had been attempting to see if she had begun to have any deep feelings for him. Instead, it had backfired and she had stormed out on him while he had tried to calm down his aunt.
Sex Piston concerned his aunt because she was familiar with both his ex-wife and Star’s mother. Sex Piston seemed worse with her attitude than both of them together. Stud knew she had no reason for concern; Sex Piston was the exact opposite of the other women. They only were concerned about themselves while Sex Piston gave everything to everyone else; sacrificing her own wants and needs.
“You going to put up with that shit?” Bear remarked by his side as Jace walked up to Sex Piston’s table to ask her to dance. He watched as she got to her feet, leaving her friends at their table as she seductively glided to the dance floor on those high heels that she managed to walk on, defying gravity.
She was dressed to draw every man’s eyes to her body in a black dress. It had black netting around her shoulders, a patch of black leather just wide enough to cover her breasts, and another patch of black netting circled her flat stomach before a second circle of black leather covered her from her hips downward to the top of her thighs.
Stud swallowed a long drink of beer, his cock hardening behind his jeans. Moving uncomfortably, he sat the beer slowly back down on the bar when he really wanted to smash it against Jace’s smug face as his hand went to Sex Piston’s hip, pulling her close.
The security guards’ radios went off simultaneously. Stud looked across the bar at them as their radios blared a warning signal. Both men stood up, leaving in a hurry. Stud wondered what could have lit a fire under their asses to have both of them running out of the clubhouse. The TV above the bar gave a warning as the thought crossed his mind.