Claiming the Knights (3 page)

             
He gestured at the chair across from him “Sit down, sweetheart.”

              Scooter ran his hands up his face, and through his graying hair. “Meagan, you are still 17 for a couple of months. You seeing Joe, is not an option until you are 18,” he said, hoping that she would comply.

             
“Daddy, I love him. He is everything to me and I can't stay away from him,” she pleads with her father, hoping he would give in.

             
“Well kiddo, I guess we need to come to some sort of middle ground here, because neither one of us seem to be giving in.” He took a sip of his coffee.

             
“I will get back into school, and make up all that I have missed, if you just let me see him Daddy,” she begged.

             
He slammed his cup down on the table, spraying coffee across the surface. “God damn it girl, you are already supposed to be doing that!” he yelled.

             
She started to cry. “I'm sorry Daddy. I swear, I was going to get back and get caught up, I have just been busy.”

             
“What the fuck have you been doing to stay so busy?” He paused, laying his arms on the table and clenching his fists. “If you say Joe, I am going to beat the fuck outta him. I told him to stay away. He better be stayin' the fuck away, Meg!” he yelled again.

             
She just sat there, silently crying. “I love him, Daddy,” she repeated.

             
His fists pounded the top of the table, startling her. He was so pissed.

             
“You know how you love Nik, and would do anything to see her again? That is how I feel about him, and I can't stay away from him Daddy,” she said, through her sobs.

             
He found it hard to take her seriously. After all, she was just a kid, how could she even know what love was. Fuck.

             
“So you are sittin' here, tellin' me that Joe, is just so God damn amazing, that you can't stay away from him?” Scooter is seething the whole time. He knows that there isn't a whole hell of a lot he can do about this. She is almost 18, and then she's a free agent. Does he cave, and let this happen? He is the President of the Northwest Knights. He's killed people for less, and yet, he is a big softy when his baby is falling apart in front of him.

             
Meagan continued to cry, trying to catch her breath. She had never seen her dad so pissed at her.

             
Scooter took a few deep breaths, and a sip of what was left in his coffee cup. “Here's what’s  gonna happen, sweetheart. We're gonna go to the club, and the three of us are gonna have a lil' pow wow, and hash this shit out.”

             
“No Daddy! You're way too pissed. You'll hurt him or kill him. Remember last time?” she pleaded with him.

             
“It's either that, or you stay with Nik and me, here,” he says, getting up. “Now take me to the club, so we can get this shit over with.”

             
Meagan decides not to argue, and hopes that he doesn't do too much damage to the man she is in love with. She wants to text Joe and give him a heads up, but knows that if her dad sees her doing it, he'd be pissed, so she drives, and leaves her phone in her purse.

              Drifter had just dropped Jewl off at her place. He was letting her spend a lot of time at the club house. He knew it wasn't right since he hadn't found the balls to really claim her. He just couldn't help himself. That bitch was amazing, and kept coming right back to him. He was getting hard just thinkin” about her.

             
Drifter was the Sergeant at Arms, for the Northwest Knights. He had taken over the job from Dean, one of the founding members. Jack, the original president, had patched him in when he was only 15, and gave him his SaA job, when he was just 18. The youngest for both, in the history of MC's everywhere, they were all sure of it. Drifter loved his job, and had always prided himself on not being tied down by anything, especially a fuckin' bitch.

             
That is, until Jewl came strolling into his life when he was on a little job for his current Pres, Scooter. He was following Nik's husband for Scooter, diggin' some dirt on him. He followed him to several legit install jobs. Sam, Nik's estranged husband, was a satellite TV installer. Finally, Sam led Drifter to a small quiet neighborhood, and house in the middle of the block.

             
This time, he didn't get any of his tools from his service truck. He parked across the street, jumped out of the truck, and went to the front door. Drifter grabbed his camera and started shooting. Here was the dirt he had been looking for, thank fuckin' God. He was so sick of following this guy.

             
Sam knocked on the door, and as a woman opened it, Sam slipped in.

             
Drifter caught a glimpse of the woman and she looked good to him. He would fuck just about anything though. As long as he could get a woman into his room, either drunk or passed out, he would do what he wanted with her. He took pride in knowing that none of them would come back. Either because they were passed out the whole time, and he would deposit their lifeless bodies back out in the main room at the club... or they would leave out of fear. He never hit them, but he was rough. They did what he wanted, or he would just take it from them. He justified this behavior with the thought that no self respecting woman would show up at a club house full of bikers, get drunk, and either go to a room with one, or pass out without protection, unless she was looking to get taken advantage of.

             
Drifter respected respectable women, like Jewl, Nikki, and especially Meagan. He had helped raise the little shit. She called him Uncle Drifter and it was rough watching her fuck around with Joe. Not that Joe was a bad guy, but because he was keeping it from Pres. He knew it was gonna come around and bite him right on the fuckin' ass, he just didn't know when.

             
A few hours later, he ended up knocking on that same door, to get some additional information. What started out as him getting info from Jewl, ended with his pants around his knees, sinking into her, after she had given him great head. It all happened in her kitchen. She sure knew what she was doing.   He had her bent over the counter, and she hung on tight, while he slammed her body relentlessly. It had been many years since he had been with a sober woman. When he was done using her body, he pulled his pants up and started to walk out.

             
“You can come back anytime there, big guy,” she said, as she was putting her own pants back on. She noted his leather vest and knew that the club guys came with perks, extra money, and sometimes protection. Being a woman of opportunity, she was always on the lookout to trade pleasure for whatever she needed at the time.               

             
He stopped in his tracks. Had this bitch just asked him to come back? “The name is Drifter and I will come back anytime for some more of that, Hun.”

             
“Why don't you give me your number, so I can call you if Sam comes back.” She reached across the counter for her phone, and waited for him to give it to her.

             
He made a few more visits in the following days, and he was hooked. He made it clear to her that he was to be the only person she was fuckin' or suckin'. She was so happy this man seemed to be claiming her.

             
In the midst of all the bullshit with Sam and Nikki, Sam had ended up taking his family hostage at gun point, and brought them to Jewls house. She saw his truck and sent out a text to Drifter, as promised. By the time he and the other brother's arrived, Sam had Jewl and Nikki in the bedroom, and was forcing Jewl to blow him, in front of Nikki.

             
Long story short, Drifter ended up rescuing Jewl, but not before she bit Sam’s dick, and then got hit in the head, and knocked out with Sam's gun.

             
Not really a fairytale, but Drifter and Jewl had been together ever since. He just hadn't officially claimed her. He knew he needed to, but he was still struggling with having his freedom. She wasn't goin' anywhere, so what's the rush, he thought, justifying himself.

              So, after dropping her off, Drifter went back to the club. As he was pulling in, he saw Meagan and Pres. getting out of Meagan's car. He also saw that Joe's bike was there.

             
Ahhh fuck, he thought. Here comes the storm.

             
“Hey Pres,” he said, walking quickly towards them. He was doing his best to distract Scooter from going into the club's shop, for two reasons. One, Joe was in there, and two, the bike that they were making for him was there, and Nikki had wanted it to be a big surprise.

             
Scooter stopped in his tracks. “What’s up?”

             
“Just took Jewl home. What are you and Meg up to?” He winked at Meagan.

             
“We are here to have a chat with Joe. Where is the little fucker?” He looks around.

             
Just then, Nikki walked up. She had seen them pull in, and was also trying to intercept Scooter from seeing his bike, and beating the shit outta Joe.

             
“Hey babe,” she said, as she gave him a hug, and tucked herself under his arm. “What are you two up to?” She looked at Meagan suspiciously.

             
“Daddy wants to talk to Joe, so here we are.” She looked defeated.

             
Nikki piped up. “How about we all go talk to Joe?” she suggested, as she hooked her arm into the crook of Scooter's elbow, pulling him towards the clubhouse. “Drifter, go get Joe out of the shop, and we will meet you in the meeting room. That way we have some refs, and Joe doesn't die,” she half laughs, and continues to drag Scooter towards the club house door.

             
Meagan mouths “thank you” to her, as they pass through the door.

              Joe is about to piss himself as he enters the meeting room and sees Pres, Nikki and his Meg sitting there, waiting. Pres is at the head of the table, as always. Nikki is sitting at his left, with Meg next to her. He felt some relief that Nikki was next to Pres. If anyone could talk him down, it was her. She had done it when Pres had tried to choke him out in Meg's bedroom, and he was counting on her doin' it again, if needed. Drifter sat to the right of Pres, and nodded towards the seat next to him. Another thing to be grateful for was Drifter was a nice buffer between him and Pres.

             
Joe sat down, and could feel Meg smiling at him, but he was afraid to look at her. He distracted himself looking at Nikki for a moment. She smiled at him. He started to smile back and was interrupted with a loud smack, as Pres smacked the top of the table hard. They all jumped.

             
“What the fuck you smilin' at? You gonna try and swoon her too, you little fuck!” Scooter yelled.

             
Nikki immediately placed a hand on his forearm. “Hun, you already have him scared. No need to cause a scene.”

             
He looked at her and smiled. “Sorry Sunshine. I just wanted to get his attention. Didn't mean to scare you too.”

             
She patted his arm, and sat back in her chair.

             
Scooter turned his attention to Joe. “So, you claiming my little girl?”

             
“I am almost an adult Dad,” Meagan piped in.

             
Scooter ignored her, and kept his gaze on Joe. “You had better start talkin' kid. I am about three seconds from kickin' the shit outta your stupid ass. Hidin' in her closet. Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?”

             
Joe grabbed the edge of the table in front of himself for support. Looking briefly at Drifter for some reassurance that wasn't there, he decided to spill his guts.

             
“Pres, I am so sorry for going behind your back. I love her so much and with your blessing, I want to claim her,” he blurted out, in one breath. He braced for what would come next. Now he could really feel Meg smiling at him. He didn't look at her though. Not his place, with all the shit, and being here at this table. Joe was being nothin' but respectful.

             
Scooter sat there processing what Joe had just said. He looked at Nik. She smiled at him and again, put a hand on his forearm, as if to say, “You can do this”. Then his eyes traveled to his little girl. She was right, she was all grown up. She smiled at him with a big hopeful smile.

             
Joe just sat there. His nuts sucked up so far, he didn't think they would ever come back. He opened his mouth again, as Pres looked back at him. “I love her more than anything and I would do anything for her. Even hide in her closet, knowing it might get me killed.”

             
Drifter started to laugh, but was stopped when Pres once again smacked the table. This time, they all saw it coming, and didn't jump.