Dear Diamond

She wasn’t mine to claim—I knew nothing about her. But then our eyes met… She danced on stage, exposed in more ways than just her lack of clothing. I expected to see lust. Instead, I got anger, hatred, resentment. She was in deep with the company I’d escaped, and my presence at Club Swank made me guilty by association. But I refused to let them have her. I’d protect her at all costs. After all, they owed me. Dear Diamond is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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Chapter 36: Ryker

Nikki walked toward my Harley while I locked the door. When she picked up the helmet she'd been wearing, she glanced back.

"No bike today."

She appeared surprised and set down the helmet. "Are we walking?" Confusion was cute on her.

"SUV." I pointed toward the black Tahoe two spaces over. "My mom can't stand to see me on a motorcycle. Plus, I'd hate to mess up your hair before you got there." I winked, and she scoffed.

Nikki met me on the sidewalk, and I led her to the passenger door. "If you have an SUV, why do you always ride the motorcycle?"

"Chicks dig it." I closed her inside and then rounded the front.

When I got in, she said, "You're insufferable."

"You've mentioned that once or twice."

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