Claiming the Knights (27 page)

              Nikki wanted to get things squared away with Judy and close that chapter of her life. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen as easily as Sam had disappeared.

             
Judy called a few times over the past week asking Nikki if she had heard from Sam or George. When Nikki said she hadn't, Judy would ask about the girls. They’d make small talk for awhile and then they would hang up. Nikki couldn't help but think that Judy was acting a bit relieved that George was gone. Her worry about Sam, her son, was evident though.

             
Nikki's phone went off and she saw that once again, it was Judy. It was the third time she had called this week. Nikki answered anticipating telling her once again that she had not heard from either of the men.

             
“Hi, Judy,” she answered, trying not to sound to exasperated.

             
“Nikki, honey, I got a post card from George!” Judy almost yelled through the phone.

             
“Oh my God, Judy. Where is he?” Nikki knew the truth about where her father-in-law was, so how in the hell did she get a post card?

             
“The post mark is from Burma. I looked it up and it's a country by Thailand,” Judy explained.

             
Nikki's mind was racing, but then it started to make a little sense and she wanted to talk to Scooter to make sure. The hit man must have had this done to go along with the story that George was traveling.

             
“What does it say? Is Sam with him?” Nikki asked, wondering what on earth the hit man could have made up.

             
“Yes, Sam is with him. It says, well, let me just read it to you.”

“
Dear Judy, Didn't want you to worry. Sam and I had to flee the country. We made some bad decisions and are running from some very bad people. You should move asap so they don't catch up with you for my mistakes. Don't know if we will be able to come home. If we do I will find you. XOXO George-”

              “Oh wow. Did you contact the police?” Nikki asked.

             
“Yes, I just got off the phone with them. They said since they’re out of the country, there is nothing they can do. So I’m going to take the advice on the card and move. I’ll find something close to my sister in Idaho, but I want to come see you and the girls before I move.”

             
“Ok, that would be great. We would love to have you. We’re getting ready to move, so do you think you can wait a few weeks so we can move and get settled in the new house?” she asked, hoping Judy would be willing to wait.

             
“Oh honey, I need to list the house here and get out. I don't want the bad guys to find me. It will need to be this week.”

             
“Ok, we’ll work around your visit. The girls will be happy to see you. I’ll let Scooter know too,” Nikki told her. They said their goodbyes and as soon as Nikki hung up, she headed across the lot to the club house.

             
When she entered the big room she didn't see anyone, but could hear Anne's voice in the kitchen. Nikki entered the kitchen and found Anne and Jewl cutting up veggies.

             
“You ladies know where Scooter might be?” she asked.

             
“He’s in with Sissy, just brought her some lunch. I think they are still in there talking to her. You should probably wait,” Anne advised.

             
“Yeah, I probably should, but I'm not.” Nikki turned on her heels, headed out of the kitchen and down the hall.

              Scooter was so sick of all the fuckin' drama in his club and this bitch wasn't helping. First she kidnaps his woman, roughs her up, and then thinks she can just walk away after she watches the club kill her boyfriend? Now she’s sobered up and is puttin' on a fucking innocent act. It had been a couple weeks and she was still acting innocent, but he still didn't trust the bitch.

             
Crazy Nate on the other hand, had fallen for her. Scooter thought putting him in charge of her was initially a great choice, but now there was more fuckin' drama. Lovers spat if you will, but they were barely talking and she was crying all the time. She was doing her best to avoid him, yet Nate was still her keeper at this point. It was time to stop all the bullshit.

             
Scooter pointed at Sissy, sitting at the table with her lunch in front of her, and to Nate, standing on the other side of Scooter and Drifter. “You two figure this shit out, or I will. And if I have to, it won't be pleasant for the bitch,” Scooter looked at Nate as he said it. “I don't fuckin' babysit, I take care of business. So we’re going to leave you two to it. Fuckin' figure it out.”

             
Just then there was a knock on the door. Assuming it was Anne or Jewl, Scooter just yelled, “Come in.” When Nikki entered the room, she again lunged for Sissy. This time Scooter caught her before she could do more than make Sissy cower.

             
“God damn it woman! I told you I fuckin' got this shit handled, now get out!” He smacked her on the ass, and pointed at the door.

             
“But...” She wasn't able to finish her sentence. Scooter grabbed her by the arm and marched her out. She was shocked. He had never manhandled her like that out of anger.

             
When they got in the hallway and shut the door, he got in her face and said, “Sunshine, I have this under control. You have to trust me. I don't like this bitch around either, but it's just the way it has to fuckin' be right now. So if you can't control yourself, then stay the fuck away.” He pointed down the hall towards the big room. “Back to the office. I’ll be there when I’m finished and we can talk about whatever the hell you want. But you stay outta here for now.”

             
Nikki was pissed. No hurt. No pissed. All the way back to the garage office, she couldn't decide if she was more one or the other. Either way, she had tears running down her face. She went into the office, grabbed her purse, and headed for her car. As she sped out of the lot, she played with the power of the Camaro and squealed the tires. She looked in her rear view mirror. Perfect timing. Scooter was walking out of the club house just in time to see her speed off.

             
“Ah fuck!” He went back in the club house, and slammed the door.

              Once again, Nate was left alone with Sissy. They both just sat there for a few minutes. She took a bite of her sandwich, and looked at him through her hair that hung down around her face. She wanted to get a feel for how he was feeling about all of this. She was just about to speak when he suddenly pushed out of the chair he was sitting in, and took a few steps to stand behind her.

             
“I have to take charge here,” he told her. “If I don't take you on, Pres will take you for a ride like a dog that chewed up the fuckin' couch.” He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed a bit. “So grab your food and follow me. You’re gonna stay in my room. I promise I won't get drunk anymore, but I can't promise to keep my hands off you.” He stepped back to let her gather her tray and stand up. She followed him down the hall, towards his room.

             
At the same time, Scooter came storming in and he stomped down the hall. Nate could tell he was pissed, so he moved in front of Sissy. Scooter stopped in front of Nate.

             
“Move!” Scooter yelled. He needed to take out his frustrations on someone and all the blame was coming down on this stupid, little, cowerin' bitch.

             
“Pres, I’m gonna take her on. No more bullshit. I fuckin' promise.” Nate's heart was about to beat right out of his chest. If he moved out of the way, what was gonna happen to her? This was his President giving him a direct fuckin' order and he was torn right down the middle. Knowing that if he didn't move, he would be moved, he stepped aside.

             
Scooter reached out and knocked the tray out of her grip. It all went flying. He then stepped right in front of her, giving her no options. “Look at me you little bitch!” Scooter demanded as he grabbed her chin, and forced her to look up. She was petrified as she looked up at him.

             
“You do what he says! If he wants you to suck his dick, you better be on your fuckin' knees! If he says jump, you ask how fuckin' high!” Scooter was yelling. He wanted to shove her head through the wall, but he held back. “Do. You. Understand. Me?!” he yelled so loud her ears were ringing.

             
She did her best to nod.

             
“I can't hear you bitch!” Scooter bellowed.

             
“Yes, I understand you,” she said, tears rolling and her body shaking.

             
Scooter let go of her chin. “Clean up this fuckin' mess.” As she did, he got nose to nose with Nate. “No more fuckin' drama. I don't give a fuck what you do with her, but keep her the fuck outta my way. This is my final fuckin' time I am gonna handle this shit. I gave you a job to do and you will do it. I ain't a fuckin' hand holder.” Scooter walked down the hall, and out the door. They both stood there listening to his bike start, and peel out of the lot.

              Nikki was in the kitchen trying to pack through her tears when she heard the bike pull into the driveway. Part of her was relieved that he followed her and part of her just wanted to be left alone. She needed to think. She wasn't going to run this time, she knew better. But she just wanted to think without the influence of him and his charm or his demands or his body close to her. Well, too late for that.

             
He came bursting through the door and she knew he was still pissed. She went to the opening that separated the kitchen and living room. He stopped and they both stood there for a few seconds, locking eyes and just taking each other in.

             
“Come here,” he said and pointed to the floor directly in front of him.

             
“But I just wanna talk, Babe,” she tried to stall. Being that close to him, she knew she didn't stand a chance if she could touch him.

             
“I didn't fuckin' stutter Sunshine.” He pointed his finger again. A second later, she was in front of him.

             
She looked up at him and waited for what would happen next. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed her and hugged her and she hugged him back. They stayed like that for a few minutes. She felt so safe with him. Sam would have never treated her like this, never made her feel safe. Just that thought alone erased everything that had just happened. He was handling it and she needed to not interfere.

             
She pulled away enough to look up at him. “I’m sorry. I just reacted and I know you’re taking care of it.” She put her head back on his chest and stayed in that safe place for a few more minutes.

             
He let go of her, took her hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom. “Time to make up,” he said, as he picked her up and threw her on the bed. She screamed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. He undid her jeans, hooking his fingers on them and pulled them down over her hips, taking her panties with them until they were off. Spreading her legs and kneeling down on the floor in front of her, he smiled at her. “Sorry I yelled at you Sunshine.” Leaning his head down and taking her with his mouth, he showed her just how sorry he was. And just like that, he was totally forgiven.

             
She enjoyed every minute of his apology. As she lay there for his taking and giving, she once again reflected on her life. He was a man that would, and had killed for her. He was a man that would chase her and reclaim her, time and time again. He was a man that would take care of her and her daughters, protecting them all. She was finally comfortable with all of it. She even appreciated this new bossy side of him. The Club President was all business at the club, but he was all about her at home. She could live with that. They spent the rest of the day together. After picking up the girls, they did some packing, and went out to eat. When they came home, they all packed until it was bed time.

             
Once the girls were sleeping, he took his Sunshine to bed. This time it wasn't to apologize, but to remind her that he was the Club President. He told her to strip. He wanted to see her undress. When she was naked, he grabbed a pillow off the bed and tossed it on the ground at his feet. “It's your turn to show me how sorry you are.” She knelt in front of him. Still fully dressed, she undid his jeans and pulled his cock out. Looking up at him, she licked the tip. He smiled. She continued to tease him, putting him in her mouth but barely sucking, and licking up and down his shaft. Not giving him the full treatment, he couldn't take it anymore. He cradled the back of her head and when she put him back in her mouth, he pulled gently at first and then when she started to moan, he went all the way.  He gripped her hair and continued to guide her mouth, over and over. She did her best to open her throat, and take it all. He decided not to finish in her mouth and pulled his cock out. “Bed” he pointed. She started to crawl to the bed, but she didn't make it. He saw her crawling and grabbed her. Kneeling behind her positioning his cock, he took her. He was rough and fast. Finishing, he pushed hard into her, hitting bottom while groaning her name.