Claiming the Knights by S.E. Leonard Read Free Book Online

what was playing out was really fucked up, and she couldn't just watch.
                  As she hit send, here came the prospect, dragging a crying Jewl behind him. She looked at Anne with pleading eyes, but there wasn't much she could do, other than hope that Pres got there soon.
                  Drifter watched her get drug off by the horny little fuck. Jason, was that his name? Who the fuck cared?
                  “Anne, I need some of those shots now,” Drifter hollered down the hall.
                  She came back out. She heard the door at the end of the hall shut, as poor Jewl was about to be a boy toy. She put several shots in front of him.
                  Drifter took them all, one after another. Then he did something that none of them saw coming. He asked Anne for the master key.
                  “What you gonna do, Hun?” Anne asked him.
                  “I am going to go get what's mine, and throw that stupid little fuck outta the club for good,” he said, as he took the keys, and headed down the hall.
     
                  “Hey baby, you gonna do whatever I want, right?” Jason was saying to her, as soon as he turned the dead bolt on the door. “You musta done somethin' fucked up for him to give me a go at ya.”
                  Jewl just stood there. If she resisted, he would go get Drifter and that is what she wanted. Maybe she could talk to him if he came into the room. Or, he was gonna beat the shit out of her. He said he would never hit her, so she was hoping that was true.
                  “Now get on your knees and suck, bitch,” Jason said to her, as he undid his jeans.
                  She just stood there.
                  “You don't want me to get Drifter do you? Now get on your knees, bitch.”
                  She just stood there.
                  Jason headed for the door, when the lock turned from the other side, and the door opened.
                  “She won't do what I tell her,” Jason said, in a tattle tale whine.
                  “That's because she is mine, you stupid little fuck. Now get your shit, and get the fuck outta my club house. You are no longer welcome here,” Drifter said, opening the door wide, and pushing him hard into the hall.
                  “What the fuck....” Jason said, as the door slammed behind him.
                  “So, now you know what it's like to be treated like a club whore. So what's it gonna be, Hun?” Drifter said to her, as he pinched her chin, and forced her to look at him.
                  Jewl was still sobbing. “I don't want you to ever treat me like that again,” she said, trying to look away from him.
                  “Well bitch, I don't want you to ever treat me like that again. You just tore my heart out, and stomped on it. It took everything I had, not to snap your fuckin' neck back there.” He decided to stop there, feeling like he was saying too much.
                  “I love you,” she whispered. She knew she had already said it, but he was too mad to hear it. “I belong to you, and I love you.”
                  And just like that, he was back. He had taught her a valuable lesson, and was sure she was going to run for the hills, and yet here she was. I love you. Really? He had just treated her like dirt, like a fuckin' whore. She had just let another man fuck her, and yet it was all swept under the rug. This was one fucked up deal, but it was their fucked up deal. Two fucked up people, loving each other, through all the fuck ups.
                  Without hesitation, he picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. As he entered the hall, there was Anne, house mom, keepin' an ear out for any wrong doings. She had been the only one crazy, stupid, and brave