Diamond looked up at him, her expression tight. “Thanks, but I was handling it just fine.”
Sayer smirked. “Yeah, darling, it looked like you had it covered.”
Before she could snap back, another figure rushed toward her—Domino, her friend and fellow club member.
“I’m fine,” Diamond assured her before the conversation could spiral into something bigger. “Just a disgruntled business associate.” Disgruntled abuser was more like it.
Diamond knew exactly who the man was. Knew what he wanted. And it wasn’t a refund on a trucking job. He was looking for his ex-wife and kids, and Diamond wasn’t about to give him the information he wanted.
Sayer studied her carefully. “Seemed like more than that.”
She turned her sharp gaze to him. “Who are you?”
The smirk returned as he looked down at the petite blonde. He had no doubt that if she weren’t wrapped in that body-hugging formal dress, she would have beaten the asshole into the ground herself.
“Sayer,” he said. “I’m a Royal Bastard.”
“Great.” Diamond exhaled, ignoring Sayer as she glanced down at her dress, which was now ripped down the side. “If you’ll all excuse me, I need a change of clothes.”
Sayer watched her walk off, Domino at her side. His jaw tensed as he shifted his attention back to the two security guards now struggling to subdue the aggressor.
“Sorry if I messed up your evening, Teller,” he said, glancing at the man beside him.
Teller didn’t look concerned. “Evening’s not over. You interested in taking a walk?”
Sayer followed Teller’s gaze to where security was still struggling with the man who had assaulted Diamond.
“Yeah,” Sayer said, already shrugging off his tuxedo jacket. “A walk would be good. I think I need some fresh air.”
“Me too.” Teller loosened his tie, rolling his shoulders as he stepped forward.
“We’re just going to encourage the gentleman to stay away from Diamond,” he said, his voice cool and calm.
Sayer smirked, cracking his knuckles. “Sure, boss. I’m just going to suggest it. Very firmly.”
Sayer, along with Teller, casually walked toward the ongoing altercation with the man struggling with security. “Gentlemen, is this guy refusing to leave?”
“We’ve got this, sir,” one of the security guys grumbled.
Clearly they didn’t have shit handled. Sayer stepped up to the man, grabbed him by the throat, and applied just enough pressure to get his attention. With his free hand, he retrieved the guy’s wallet, flipping it open and reading the man’s name and address out loud.
“If I find out you’ve caused any more trouble, I’ll be paying you a visit. In the middle of the night.” Sayer leaned in, his nose almost touching the man’s. “You feel me, asshole?”
“Yeah,” the guy muttered, struggling to suck in a full breath.
Sayer let him go. “Make sure he leaves,” was all he said to the two security guards as they dragged the man outside.
“I thought we were going for a walk, Sayer.” Teller chuckled.
“We did. Across the room.”
Glancing up, he saw Diamond staring down from the second-floor landing. The look she gave him was not what he’d call appreciative or even friendly.
“I need a drink.”
Teller slapped Sayer on the shoulder. “It’s a good thing there’s a bar inside.” Glancing up in the same direction as his brother was looking, Teller knew there was more to what had happened. If Diamond didn’t want to get into it, that was her business. The Bastards were there to enjoy a night of fun, not fighting.
“I noticed you were staying away from the tables?”
