Claiming the Knights (26 page)

             
She wasn't sure what to think. She liked him and was glad that he took her out and that he was protective of her, but she was afraid that he might eventually just take what he wanted from her. Waking up in his arms scared her, but she hadn't felt that safe in years. Her mom passed away when she was twelve and her brother had done his best to take care of her. Her dad was around, but he was always working. Now in her twenties, she was trying to find her way, but with Joel gone, she ended up turning to Todd. Looking around at her current situation, that was a very bad choice. Now she had this biker admitting to her that he liked her and he was protecting her. On top of being a prisoner, she was overwhelmed with what she was supposed to do. She wanted so bad to talk to Joel, just for advice, but that was out of the question.

             
Nate brought her new clothes to her a few hours later. He let her change, and put her back in the chair. He let her out for dinner later in the evening, and then cuffed her to his bed and left her there for a couple of hours, alone. When he returned, he was drunk, really drunk.

             
She was dozing when he came in. “Wake up baby,” he slurred to her. Right away she could tell how messed up he was.

             
“Nate, what are you doing?” she asked not sure what she should do, but knowing she really didn't have a choice.

             
“I’m gonna have a good time with my woman. Now get the fuck up and get those fuckin' clothes off.” He was hanging on to the door knob of the closed door, trying to keep his balance.

             
Standing up and terrified, she started taking off her pants. Tears were streaming down her face.

             
“What the fuck you cryin' for bitch?” he again slurred. His eyes were wild. It was a different side of him. He had been rude to her before, but never like this.

             
“Because you’re scaring me, Nate. You were so nice today and now...” she didn't finish her sentence because she didn't want to think that he would really rape her. She then lifted her cuffed hand a bit. “I can't take off my shirt with the cuff on.”

             
He just stood there looking at her crying. She was going to do whatever he wanted, but she was scared shitless.

             
“I thought you fuckin' wanted this, wanted me?” Stumbling to the bed, he flopped down on it opposite of where she stood. She pulled at her cuffed wrist, trying to get more distance from him.

             
“I want you to be nice to me,” she said, trying to pull her pants back on. “You’re scaring me. I will do what you ask, but please don't hurt me.”

             
He rolled over and pulled the keys out of his pocket, and held them out. “Here, fucking unlock yourself, then suck my dick. That's what I want.”  He started undoing his pants.

             
Sissy took the keys and unlocked the handcuff, freeing herself. He was watching her as she did. She slowly walked around the bed and sat next to him. She was shaking.

             
Without warning, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to his crotch. She yelped and once again, burst into tears. Her nightmare was coming true. “Please don't do this. Please!” she begged him.

             
“Then quit fuckin 'round and suck, bitch,” Nate was clearly drunk as he slurred his words again. He let go of her and she made a break for the door. Turning the lock, she heard him behind her. “Get your fuckin' ass back here, you fuckin' bitch.”

             
She got the door open and was in the hall, slamming the door shut before he could get to her. She ran for the big room. She didn't want to get away from the club, just him. She knew if she ran from the club, they would kill her. She stopped at the end of the hall and looked towards the door for just a moment, but then turned to see Drifter at the bar with the girl that had given her the clothes.

             
“What the fuck are you doing out here?” Drifter asked, walking towards her. She cowered and sat on the floor. She knew there was nowhere to go, but she had to get away from Nate. “What the fuck is going on?” Drifter asked, since he wasn’t getting an answer from his first question. Just then Nate appeared, almost tripping over her on the floor. She was covering her head with her arms, protecting herself.

             
“Get your ass back in there and suck my dick God dammit!” Nate yelled and grabbed her hair, trying to drag her. Sissy screamed.

             
Drifter grabbed Nate’s arm and told him to let go of her. “Nate you are fuckin' wasted. What are you doing to her? Today you wouldn’t let anyone touch her, and now you gonna rape her?”

             
“I'm not gonna rape her, I just want her to suck my dick,” Nate said, still standing over her.

             
Drifter looked down at her cowering and crying. “You wanna suck his dick?”

             
Sissy looked up at Drifter and shook her head, scooting away from Nate’s feet towards Drifter.

             
“Nate, you drunk asshole, your babysitting privileges are over for the night. Get your ass to bed. Jewl and I will take care of her,” Drifter said looking at Jewl. He bumped his chin signaling for Jewl to help Sissy off the floor. He took Nate by the arm, and forced him back down the hall.

             
“But she is my bitch. I am Mary fuckin' Poppins and she's mine,” Nate droned on as they went down the hall.

             
Jewl took Sissy to one of the couches in the room and held her, letting her calm down.

             
After Sissy had calmed down, Drifter took her to her room and tied her up, giving her a pillow and blanket, trying to make her comfortable. He and Jewl stayed at the club house that night, checking on Sissy once during the night. Drifter had taken Nate’s keys so he couldn't get to her. He had also texted Pres letting him know what the fuck happened.

             
First thing Monday morning, Scooter and Drifter were getting Nate outta bed to straighten things out.

              Nate woke to banging on his door. He figured if he lay there long enough, who ever the fuck it was would go away. No such luck. He heard the lock turn and watched as the door opened. He turned his head to look for Sissy and make sure she was covered.

             
Panicked, he sat up. “Where the fuck is she?” he yelled at Scooter and Drifter, as they shut the door to his room.

             
“Oh, Casanova here doesn't remember last night,” Drifter laughed. “You stupid ass, you were pretty much trying to rape her. She got out of your room and came to me for help.”

             
Nate put his head in his hands for two reasons. One, his head was pounding, and two, he had fucked up with Sissy big time. He didn't remember much after he cuffed her to the bed and hit the bar. Anne had left, so he helped himself to a bottle and then nothing, until now.

             
“Is she ok?” he asked, hoping he hadn't hurt her.

             
“Well other than a sore scalp from you tryin' to drag her fuckin' ass down the hall by her hair, I think she is just traumatized,” Drifter answered.

             
Scooter sat down on the couch that lined the wall next to the door. “What the fuck is up with you and her?”

             
Nate didn't answer. He just looked at both of them and shook his head. “I fucked up big time.”

             
“Answer my fuckin' question Nate. You crushin' on this bitch?” Scooter asked, demanding an answer.

             
“I guess so. Can I go see her? Is she still here?” He went to stand, but then sat back down, grabbing his head. “I want to see her.”

             
“She's here, in the room. Jewl is with her. She's pretty messed up,” Drifter told him. “You can go see her but be careful, you scared her good. Don't think she’s gonna be happy to see your stupid ass.”

             
The men all walked into the room where Sissy was, and as soon as she saw Nate, her eyes got big. She put her head down and wouldn't look at him. Jewl had assured her they wouldn't let Nate touch her again.

             
“I am so sorry Sweetheart. I was fucked up. I don't remember any of it,” Nate begged.

             
Drifter and Scooter looked at each other, confused. “You got it bad for this bitch.” Drifter laughed.

             
“Be nice babe,” Jewl said to him, as she put her arm around Sissy. Drifter stopped laughing.

             
“Can I have a minute alone with her?” Nate asked, hoping he could convince her he was sorry.

             
“You want to spend time alone with him Darlin?” Scooter asked Sissy.

             
“If you guys stay by the door, I will be alone with him,” she softly said. She realized he was a different person sober and she could relate to that. She was willing to let him say his peace.

             
“Well fuck, I hope you two love birds figure this shit out because honestly, I don't know what the hell to do with ya if ol' Crazy Nate can't watch your ass,” Scooter said, conceding to letting Nate have a private talk with her.

             
Jewl whispered in her ear. “You sure you're ok with this?” Sissy nodded and they all left the room.

             
As soon as the door shut, he took a step towards her. “I am so sorry. I fucked up.” Taking another step forward, just wanting to touch her, he reached out to her and gently touched her shoulder. She yelped and pulled away.

             
The door swung open. “What the fuck?” Drifter said, with Jewl peeking around his arm.

             
“I just touched her and she jumped,” Nate explained. The door shut.

             
“I am so scared of you. I don't know what you want me to say. I guess you’re still in charge of me so I have to deal with this, but I don't want to be in your room anymore. I want to stay in here,” she said, hoping she had a choice.

             
“Ok. I just want you to know, I don't know what the fuck I did. No one has told me. Can you fill me in on what the fuck I did? I fuckin' panicked when you weren't in my room this morning.”

             
She slowly looked up at him, and made eye contact. “You came in the room all drunk and told me to take off my clothes,” she said and took a deep breath, looking at him the whole time, her eyes filling with tears. She was so sick of crying. “You gave me the keys and let me uncuff myself and then you grabbed my hair and forced me to your crotch and you told me to suck your dick,” she took another big breath, but kept his gaze. “When you let go, I ran out of the room and found Drifter. You found me on the floor and tried to drag me by my hair. That's when Drifter took you back to your room.” She finally looked away.

             
“Ahh!!! Fuck!!” Nate yelled. “I’m so sorry. I am really into you and I have never felt like this. I went to drink you away for the night. After spending the morning with you, I just wanted you to be mine. I guess I blacked out.” He again put his hand on her shoulder, but she let him this time. “I fucked up. It won't happen again. I understand that you don't want to be around me. I’ll do my best to stay away.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “So sorry, Sweetheart.”

             
She heard him and her head was spinning. When he touched her shoulder and then kissed her head, she felt it, the stirring inside her. She didn't want him to go, but it was too late. He was already out the door. Jewl slipped back in to make sure she was ok. Drifter came back in to tie her up and tell her he would fix the window so she could be free in the room. They left and she cried. She cried for the relief of being alone, but she also cried for the sadness of being alone.

Chapter 20

              It had been five weeks since Raw had left her. Instead of getting easier, it was more difficult than ever. Her emotions were getting the best of her and she seemed to be eating to make it better. She woke up early to get ready for work. The coffee shop opened early and she had to be there to open today. Looking at her phone on her night stand, the time was 4:30 AM. She groaned and turned onto her belly, pulling the covers over her head. As she put weight on the front of her body, sinking into the mattress, she noticed how tender her boobs were. She rolled onto her back, put her hands on them and pressed. Yep, they were sore. Had she exercised? Lifted heavy stuff? She was a bit late for her period, but that was normal. She was probably going to start soon. She got up and got ready for work.