Claiming the Knights (22 page)

             
“They told me they would kill me if I didn't bring you out to the barn. I didn't know what to do.” Kim had said to her, over and over. She had been like a soldier with PTSD, reliving it over and over. Nikki assured her that she didn't blame her and the club would rescue them both.

              Crazy Nate had been put in charge of dealing with Sissy, Joel's sister. She was as dumb as a post and he didn't have to dig too far to realize that the whole idea was her stupid plan to get her brother back. She really thought it would work, and was still blown away that it didn't.

             
“So you just thought you could take one of our women, and that we would just surrender?” Nate asked, shaking his head.

             
“Yeah, such a bummer that Todd got shot. I really loved him,” she said, emotionless.

             
“Wow, bitch, you doin' meth or somethin'?” Nate asked her. Nate was a crazy son of a bitch, he enjoyed fucking with people, torturing, getting them to spill the beans and then messing them up bad if he was given the go ahead. He always tried to give them a bit of what they gave, so they knew what it felt like. But what the fuck do you do with a stupid fuckin' bitch that doesn't have a clue?

             
“Yeah, we did some lines a few times to stay awake, and so we’d have the guts to take them,” she said yawning, coming down from the high.

             
“I don't know what the fuck the club is going to do with you,” Nate told her. “You are one stupid bitch.”

             
With that, she looked up at him. “I can give you all a good time, gang bang, blow jobs, whatever you all want to do with me,” she said, trying her best to give him a sexy look.

             
As fucked up as Nate was, he was totally turned off by her. There was just nothing there. No revenge, no wits, just a functioning body. “No fuckin' thanks,” he said, and walked out of the room she was tied up in, the same room her brother had been held in.

              Joel wanted to see his sister and make sure she was ok, but the guys wouldn't let him. This whole fucked up situation threw a wrench into the whole plan with Joel. He probably wasn't going to be so cooperative if the club killed his sister, even if she was stupid.

             
There had to be a solution for all of this, or they were going to be forced to kill them both. Joel knew this and he was racking his brain trying to figure out what the fuck to do. Raw was keeping him close, literally. The only privacy he had was in the bathroom, but Raw was still outside the door.

             
Leaving Joel and Raw out of the meeting, Scooter, Dean, Drifter, Nate, Crueger, and John all gathered in the meeting room. They had to come up with a solution. Under normal circumstances, they would have already put a bullet in her stupid head and she would be joining her lover, Todd, in a tub of acid. But this was a special situation with Joel.

             
Scooter pipes up, “We should've just shot the fucker in the first place, especially after he took Anne.” He ran his hand through his hair.

             
“She is so fuckin' stupid, on meth too,” Nate said. “She offered to treat us all to a gang bang or blow jobs all around. Turned me the fuck off. There is nothing there, just willing and able.”

             
Drifter added, “I wouldn't touch that shit with your dick, Nate. She is probably crawlin' with shit.”

             
They all laughed.

             
Scooter looked at Nate. “I vote you take her on till we figure out what the fuck to do with her.”

             
Nate shook his head. “No fuckin' way are you dumping some stupid bitch in my lap.”

             
“Well I just fuckin' did, brother. You are in charge of her. Still not sure what the fuck we are gonna do with her, but until we figure it out, or can pawn her off on Joel, you got her. If you want to keep her in your lap, well brother that is your choice,” Scooter ordered.

             
The whole room burst into laughter.

             
Scooter smacked the table top and called the meeting done.

             
Of course Nate stayed back so he could talk with Scooter about what he fuck he was supposed to do with her.

             
“What the fuck Pres? This is so fucked up,” Nate almost whined to Scooter

             
“Well, you don't have an ol' lady, you stay here at the club most of the time, and you don't want to rape her, so I think it's a good match,” Scooter said, matter of factly.

             
Nate just stood there, mouth open, in total disbelief.

             
“Are we done here?” Scooter asked, opening the door to the meeting room.

             
“I just don't understand what I am supposed to do with her?” Nate said.

             
“Well for starters, keep her tied up until you know you can trust her, untied. You can have her stay in your room or keep her in the room she’s in. Make sure she gets food and water and gets to the bathroom. Since you aren't wantin' to fuck her, I would suggest keepin' an eye on her while she is in the bathroom, in case she tries to get out the window,” Scooter explained to him. “She’s all yours until further notice.”  He walked out, leaving Nate with his mouth still open.

             
Nate went back to the room that Sissy was tied up in. She sat up straight when he walked in. Nate grabbed a folding chair, popped it open, and straddled it backwards in front of her.

             
“You boys decide you want some sugar?” she said, attempting to make her voice sound sexy.

             
“Nope sweetheart, you ain't getting outta here for a few blowjobs,” he said.

             
“Well then, what the fuck? I wanna talk to Joel,” she said, seeming to get a bit panicked.

             
“We might be able to make that happen, but I am gonna tell you what the deal is first. You’re going to stay here, at the clubhouse, in that chair, and I am the fuckin’ lucky motherfucker that gets to take care of you,” he told her.

             
“So you gonna untie me so I can go hang out with the club guys?” she asked, thinking that it was that easy.

             
“No sweetheart, this room and that chair you are tied to, is it for now. If you’re hungry, thirsty or need to use the bathroom, you just call for me. I will get you a pager or somethin', so you can get me,” he explained to her.

             
“Are you kidding me? You are going to treat me like a prisoner?” she complained. “That's not fair.”

             
“You stupid bitch, you’re lucky you aren't wrapped up in that tarp with your stupid man. You took the Pres' ol lady and you are still breathing. Time to start bein' grateful just to be breathin' air.” He shook his head and stood up. “I’ll be back later. You sit and fuckin' think about it.”

             
As he turned the lock in the hallway, Drifter walked up to him. “Hows that goin', Mary fuckin' Poppins?”

             
Ignoring the new nickname, Nate just shook his head. “She thinks she can just get untied and hang out with us. It's like she is too stupid to figure out how lucky she is for breathin' right now.

             
“Well maybe we should have Joel take a stab at her. Maybe he can talk some sense into her.”

             
They knocked on Raw's door and told Joel and Raw the plan. Joel was going to explain to her that she needed to be cooperative. She was damn lucky to be alive, and that if she did anything stupid, he wouldn't be able to help her. This would be her chance to be forgiven if she did what the club asked of her.

             
The three men took Joel into the room. They all stood back while Joel explained how he was in debt to the club for some bad choices he made, and he was now living in Chicago. That she was to fully cooperate with the club, and she would live. Any attempt to escape or do anything stupid, and her chances would be over.

             
She sat, and nodded her head.

             
Drifter untied her and let them hug. He retied her after she used the bathroom, then they left the room. The guys thanked Joel for talking to her and reminded him again that this was her one chance, and killing her was still an option. He wasn't happy about it, but was grateful to them for sparing her, and him for that matter.

              The next morning, Joel and Raw were heading back to Chicago. All packed up, Drifter was taking them to the airport in the club van. As they were loading up the van, Meagan's car pulled in. Raw looked over as two women got out of the car. There she was.

             
He dove into the van, hoping Raven hadn't seen him.

             
Joel popped his head into the van. “She's headed this way boss. What the hell do I tell her?”

             
“Make up story. I am not here,” Raw whispered, as he heard the footsteps approach.

             
He wanted so bad to look, just one look, at his girl. His heart was screaming at him to get out and hug her. His head told him to stay where he was and stick with the plan. One year. As he heard her sweet voice asking Joel why he was at the club, and where was Raw, he was brought back to their days together.

             
Beyond the amazing sex, they had talked for hours about their lives, and their dreams. Many were the same, but many were total opposite. Do opposites really attract? He thought to himself.

             
She continued to ask questions. “Where is Raw?” she asked. Raw could hear the desperation in her voice, on the verge of tears. Oh, how he wanted to hop out and save her from her sadness. If he had hair, he would be pulling it right now.

             
“He is still in Chicago. I came for a visit,” Joel said. “I am on my way back this morning.”

             
She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something on it, folded it, and handed it to Joel. “Please make sure that he gets that.” She smiled, tears spilling down, and she turned and walked away. Meg was again waiting for her, as they both walked in the club shop to find Joe.

             
Joel continued to act as if he was arranging things in the van and he handed the note to Raw.

             
Raw unfolded the paper and read it.

I am counting the days. I love you, Bella Raven

              He smiled, put the note in his inside jacket pocket and patted it there.

             
As they drove away, he remained in the back of the van, out of sight. He saw her come out of the shop, wiping her eyes, and it was all he could do to stay put. What the fuck did this girl have? He pushed it back and concentrated on bullshitting with the guys. He and Joel had some stuff to get back to when in Chicago. Life would go on until the year was up. He didn't have room in his life for a woman. There was too much uncertainty and danger. Hopefully she would move on, and find someone else, his head said louder than his heart. He took a deep breath, and pushed it back.

Chapter 16

              Nate opened his eyes. It was Monday morning. That much he was aware of. Rolling to his side, he caught sight of his digital clock. 9:47 stared back at him in bright red colors. The room was dark though thanks to the dark shades that hung on the windows to keep it that way. Rolling to his back again, his head throbbed, reminding him of the drunken night he was trying to sleep off. His hand slowly felt the body next to him. Without looking, he wasn't sure who she was. A club whore for sure.

             
Scrubbing his hands across his face, he decided it was time to see which one had followed him back to his room. Propping his head on his hand, he looked over. Yep, it was Jam Box. Blond hair scattered all across the pillow.

             
She had gotten her rather fitting name when one of the guys brought in a boom box and she said, “Hey, that's a nice jam box.” Everyone laughed and the name stuck. Her real name was Sandra. She was a great lay and she liked it rough, so the name was universal.

             
She was still out cold. He couldn't remember what they did, but he could guess. She was naked and still had a handcuff on her wrist.

             
Nate slowly sat up and put his feet on the floor. Reaching back, he nudged her until she moved and opened her eyes.

             
“You gotta go babe. I got shit to do,” he told as he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.

             
He looked at himself in the mirror and that’s when it hit him. Sissy, he had to take care of her. He let his morning wood relax a bit and then relieved himself. Storming back into the room, Jam Box was getting the cuff off her wrist. He pulled on his jeans, buttoned them and headed out the door, giving Jam Box a smack on the ass on the way out. She yelped, and then smiled as he shut the door.

             
Nate was hoping that someone had been in to let Sissy out of the chair to use the bathroom and stretch. As soon as he entered the room, he could smell the urine. Nope, guess not.

             
She looked up at him and yelled, “What the fuck, you guys just gonna let me rot in here? I pissed myself!” She was mad. He had to give her that.

             
“I was drunk last night, forgot, slept in,” he said somewhat coldly. After all, this wasn't his choice and she was damn lucky to be alive. A little piss wasn't gonna kill her.

             
He untied her and followed her to the bathroom door. She attempted to close it and he put his hand out. “Sorry sweetheart, door stays open. I won't look, but there is a window and you're just small enough to crawl through it.”

             
She huffed, and as he turned his head, she sat on the toilet to pee, and kicked off her pants and panties. When she finished, she turned on the stall shower, stripped off her top, and got in.

             
While she showered, Nate called Anne and asked her if there were any spare clothes in the club. Jewl was with Anne and she had some clothes that would fit Sissy. By the time Sissy was drying off, there were clothes there for her to put on.

             
Nate instructed her to clean up her mess. Using the towel and some window cleaner from under and bathroom sink, she bitched the whole time.

             
He tied her back in the chair and left to get her some food. This babysitting job was fucked up. He had to get his shit together and take better care of her. As lucky as she was to be breathing, it was fucked up that he had left her so long that she had pissed her pants.

             
He came back to the room with a tray of food that Anne had put together. He untied her again, and let her sit at a table in the room to eat. While she was eating, he was trying to figure out how he could tether her so she could sleep on the mattress that was still on the floor from her brother's stay in the room. Maybe he should just get Drifter to put some bars on the bathroom window. Joel was much too big to get through it, but Sissy was tiny. Probably from her meth use.

             
He grabbed his phone from his pocket and typed out a text to Drifter. Drifter responded, but said it would be a few days.

             
Nate let her finish and then retied her. No words were spoken. She seemed angry, but compliant. He locked the door and made note of the time. He would check on her every couple hours so that doesn't happen again.

              Nate loved the club. Jack, the original President and founder, had brought him in a few years before he lost his life. Nate had been the perfect kid. He got good grades, he was into baseball, and everyone had high hopes for him. That was all a front. Behind closed doors his dad was abusive, physically and mentally. He learned quickly that to survive, you put on a happy face and covered the bruises carefully. His mom let it all happen and though he never saw his dad hit her, Nate was sure he did. She followed him like a lost dog. When Nate was 16 he couldn't take it anymore and he ran away. He tried to go to some relatives, but was turned away, so he ended up on the streets surviving. Jack had found him outside a bar trying to sell meth to those coming out.

             
Jack told him he could hire him for shit around the club and Nate took the opportunity. Jack was great at just having gut feelings about kids he would run into. Didn't happen often, but when it did, it was always right.

             
Nate was quickly nicknamed Crazy Nate when he showed his crazy fucked up side with a few kids that were trying to break into the garage one night. He caught one of them and tortured them for a while before Jack and Drifter had arrived, getting info of who sent them, and what they were after. His history of abuse had taught him some fucked up mind games that he enjoyed taking out on the right people. It was messed up, but worked great in many club situations.

              He checked on Sissy several more times throughout the day and brought her some food. He was warming up to the idea of keeping her, kind of like a pet. He decided she had to stay in the chair again since there was nowhere else to securely keep her for the night.

             
He gave her one last bathroom visit and tied her up. He gave her a pillow behind her head and covered her with a blanket, assuring her that he wouldn't forget about her again.

             
“Thank you,” she said. It was the first thing she had said to him since he had made her clean up her mess. Nate could tell she was finally coming off the meth. Her whole demeanor was changing. She was quieter, not talking, but her attitude was mellowing, even without words.

             
“Sorry sweetheart. I don't have anywhere else to keep you tonight. See you in the morning.” He walked out and he shut the door. He headed for the bar for a few shots, and then to his room for some sleep.

             
As he was taking off his cut and boots, the handcuffs fell off the bed. It dawned on him that he could cuff her to something, but there was nothing to cuff her to in the room she was in. Looking around, he landed his eyes on his own headboard where Jam Box had been cuffed the night before.

             
Heading back to the room that Sissy was in, cuffs in hand, he unlocked the door and went in. He flicked on the light and she squinted to see who it was.

             
“I have an idea,” he told her, slipping the cuff onto her wrist and tightening it so it wouldn't come off.

             
Still squinting from the light, she looked up at him. “What are you doing?” she asked as he untied her.

             
“I have an idea. You can stay in my room, on my bed. I’ll cuff you to the headboard. That way you’ll be more comfortable, and can wake me up if you have to take a piss,” he explained.

             
In the hall he gripped the other cuff in his hand, ready for her to bolt at any moment.

             
When they got to his door, she had her head down. “Are you gonna fuck me?” she asked almost scared. She sure was a different person from the day before when she was offering up gang bangs and blowjobs.

             
“No sweetheart, I ain't gonna fuckin' touch you. I will sleep on the couch and you can have the bed. Try anything, and back in the chair you go, ok?” Nate threatened her. “Not so gutsy without the dope in your system huh?” he laughed.

             
She didn't say anything as he cuffed her to the headboard, checking her wrist to make sure it was good and snug.

             
“Goodnight.” He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and hit the couch, reaching up and switching off the light. She could hear him shifting around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. With the drugs no longer in her system to keep her brave and detached, she was scared. She had fucked up big time and not even her brother, with all his connections, could get her out of this. Fucking with the Knights, what the hell were she and Todd thinkin'? Oh yeah, they weren't. They were high as fuckin' kites the whole time. Now Todd was dead and she was being babysat by a crazy biker. She was afraid to fall asleep for fear of being raped. She shifted to her side and listened as his breathing changed, he was asleep. She fought her own exhaustion and lost shortly after.

             
The next morning when Sissy woke up, she had to pee, so bad. First she coughed and hoped that would stir him. Nothing. Then she shook the cuff along the metal rung on the headboard and he stirred long enough to roll over away from her.

             
After another minute she finally opened her mouth. “Nate,” she said softly. Nothing. Then a bit louder, “Nate,” and he rolled over, and looked at her. “I have to use the bathroom,” she said quietly.

             
He dug in his pocket and pulled out his keys, unlocking the cuff to let her use the bathroom.

             
“You sleep good?” he asked her when she was done.

             
“Yeah,” she said, and stood there waiting for what to do next.

             
“You think you can be good I will take you out into the big room for some breakfast.”

             
She just nodded. She knew better than to start any shit. He took her cuffed wrist and lifted the joining cuff to his own, and tightened it. He took his keys and threw them on the bed, and led her out.

             
When they entered the main room together, everyone stopped and stared. There were a few club whores, including Jam Box, looking a little pissed that this new bitch was with him.

             
Nate walked her into the kitchen and handed her a plate. He took one for himself and started filling them with food that Anne had out for the guys. It was awkward with the cuffs on, but they managed, and went out to a table and sat. They both sat quietly and ate, until two figures were standing in front of them. Nate looked up and there stood Jam Box and Daisy, another club whore. Nate had spent many nights with them, and even a few with both together. They were total opposites in looks with Jam Box's blond hair and curvy body, and Daisy's dark hair and slender build.

             
“Who's the bitch, Nate?” Daisy asked in a not so friendly voice.

             
“And why the hell does she have on my fuckin' cuffs?” Jam Box snapped at them.

             
“Club business girls, back the fuck off. You just lost a pair of cuffs. Now get lost and don't bother me when I am eating,” he growled. Who the fuck do they think they are questioning him?

             
“Are those your girlfriends?” Sissy asked quietly.

             
“No just a couple bitches I have fun with.” He continued to shovel food into his mouth. He was surprised how timid this bitch was when she was sober. Maybe he should have got the blow job when she was offering. He was fine with it and it made it easier to deal with her. No back talk like she had been doing just the day before.

             
Drifter, Dean and Scooter walked into the club house and walked over to him and Sissy.

             
“How's the babysitting job going?” Scooter asked, laughing.

             
“It's actually going pretty well. She quieted right down when she sobered up. Pretty easy to handle now,” Nate informed them.

             
“He treatin' you right darlin'?” Drifter asked her taking her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him.

             
She had tears in her eyes when she looked up at the three men towering above her. “Yeah.” She moved her face away from his fingers, and looked back down.

             
“Wow, this one is like a different person when the dope wears off,” Drifter said. “We aren't gonna hurt you unless you give us reason too.”              

             
Sissy just sat there with her head down. She was scared. Without the drugs she was just a timid girl surrounded by a bunch of big, scary bikers. She couldn't believe she let Todd talk her into the drugs, and then all the rest. She just wanted to make him happy, and with Joel disappearing, she was on her own. Todd had shown interest in her and it all lead to this. Now she was handcuffed to a Knight in his club house, with more of them all around her. She figured it was a matter of time before they raped her or who knows what. She had heard the stories of how mean they were.