Claiming Sunshine (10 page)

             
Scooter thought back to the day that she told him she was moving there to be with him. That didn't bug him as much as her making it clear that it would be his last chance to either work things out with her, or she would be gone. The gone part wasn't a big deal for him. He would be fine with never seeing the gold diggin' slut again, but for Meagan... she was making it clear that if he turned her away,  she would be stepping out of her life for good. Fucking bitch. He quickly made the decision. If she was willing to play Meagan like that, she didn't deserve to be in her life. “You better pack your bags bitch and don't bother saying goodbye to my daughter. I will explain it all to her. Now get the fuck outta my sight, you worthless bitch.” He had said to her.

             
After he caught her cheating, it was over for him. The loyalty was important to him and she had torn that down to nothing.

             
Since then, he had heard little snippets of her still being there.

             
After about six months, Meagan just stopped asking about her. She dove into her school work. She was only ten when her mom abandoned her. Now, she was a 4.0 student with several scholarships in the works. That girl was going places in spite of her past. He must have done something right.

             
They had just voted it in unanimous when his phone went off, but it wasn't a text, it was a call. This better be good he thought, tapping the screen. He was looking forward to an afternoon of celebrating the new alliance.

             
“Hey babe, what's...” he was cut off.

             
“This isn't your babe, you fucking asshole,” the voice on the other end growled at him.

             
“What the fuck have you done?” Scooter asked, scared and seething at the same time. What had that fucker done? His mind was racing with all the scenarios that could be happening to Nikki and the girls.

             
“I got back what is mine and you can fuck off.” Sam hung up.

             
Looking quickly to Drifter, and then the rest of his club, he said, “That mother fucker has my Nikki and the girls. We have to find them, before he hurts them or takes them away.”

             
Just then Drifter's phone goes off. Reading it, he looks at Scooter. “They just pulled up in front of Jewl's place. I told her to text me if he messed with her. We better get over there. That fucker is gonna die.” He tapped out a text

Drifter: Be right there.

              Nikki couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had pulled up to the school and waited. After about five minutes, the girls had still not come out, but her phone went off. It was Sam.

Sam: I have the girls. There was no restrictions on me at the school you bitch. I am parked at the 7eleven around the corner. I am giving you 5 minutes to join us or we're gone.

              Without hesitation, because of the girls, she sent her text.

Nikki: Be right there.

              She pulled into the parking lot and there he was in his work truck. Not knowing what to expect, but refusing to leave her girls alone with him, she got out of her truck, and made her way to them. As soon as she got to the truck, she could see both girls in the back seat, crying. What had he done?

             
He unlocked the doors and she opened the passenger side. “Get in and shut up!” he commanded. He pulled out of the lot.

             
Her heart was racing. The girls were crying silently, and she was waiting for him to start talking. Surprisingly, she remained calm on the outside. They pulled into a neighborhood, went a few blocks, and he parked.

             
“Give me your fucking phone,” he demanded. She figured that he was going to get rid of it, but instead, he grabbed it and started looking through it. “Scooter! Is that your fucking biker?” he yelled inside the cab, startling both her and the girls.

             
Her eyes welled up with tears. “Yes, that is my friend,” she said, looking at both girls as they continued to cry.

             
“You are fucking him, you slut, that's more than a friend!” he shouted again. She could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the cab.

             
“Can we please not do this in front of the girls?” she said, hoping that he would shut up.

             
“Oh, it's ok for you and Scooter to tell them that I am fucking around on you, but not ok for them to know that you are fucking him?” He turned off the engine and turned to her. “You’re a fucking bitch, turning these kids against me. You have no idea the shit storm that you started.” He went back to the phone and tapped the screen.

             
She could hear the faint sound of ringing, then Scooter's voice. Before he could say much, Sam cut him off. “This isn't your babe, you fucking asshole.” there was a pause, and then, “I got back what is mine and you can fuck off.” Then he hung up.

             
“You know he is going to come for us,” Nikki said, hoping to scare Sam.

             
“Ok, here is what is going to happen. We are all going to go in this house.” He pointed to the house across the street from where they were parked, ignoring her warning. “It belongs to a friend of mine. No one takes off, or I will shoot.” He opens his flannel and exposes a gun.

             
“What are you doing, Sam? Did you threaten the girls with that?” she asked, looking at them. Nelly nodded at her, ever so slightly.

             
“You brought this on yourself, you fucking slut,” he yelled at her. “Now get out of the truck and go to the door,” he said as he opened his door, and slid out of his spot.

             
They got to the door and a woman was already opening it, but she had the chain lock in place. “What the fuck are you doing, Sam? You were told not to come around, and now you bring them here,” she said, peeking through the small space.

             
“Open the fucking door, Jewl,” he said, showing off his gun to her too.

             
She shut the door and they all heard the lock slide away. As she opened the door, he pushed through it, knocking her off balance and she was on the floor when they all slipped in and he slammed the door.

             
“You bitches think you can just start fuckin' other guys and ignore me like I'm gonna just fade away? You thinkin' twice now?” he continued to yell.

             
“Please, Daddy,” Jen said, looking at him through tear stained eyes. “Please stop, you are scaring us,” she pleaded with him.

             
“Sorry hon, I have to teach your mom and my friend a lesson. I wish I could do it without you here, but I needed you to get your mom on board with me,” he tried to explain to her. “You two girls can sit here on the couch and watch TV. Your mom, Jewl, and I are going to go into the bedroom and have a chat. I want you to promise me that you will keep the volume up and stay here, ok?” he said to them as they continued to cry, nodding their heads. He turned on the television, turned it up, and handed Nelly the remote. “Watch what you want and keep the volume up.” He pointed towards the hall and both women started towards where he pointed.

             
“Daddy, please don't hurt mom,” Jen begged, as they disappeared down the hall. She looked at Nelly. “What do we do?” They both sat paralyzed, afraid to go, and afraid to stay.

              Sam got them both in the room right where he wanted them, and shut the door quietly. “So, you two bitches in cahoots? You think you can start fucking bikers and make me disappear? Oh, how the tables have turned,” he said, laughing at them, as they looked at each other, both realizing that he had completely lost his mind.

             
Jewl looked up at him from the edge of the bed where he had made them both sit, side by side. “Hey baby, we don't even know each other,” she said, trying to sweet talk him. Before she knew what was happening, he backhanded her across the face, knocking her sideways into Nikki. Nikki grabbed her, helping her right herself.

             
“You lying slut. I can see you both are on the same page here.” He pulled the gun out and pointed it at Jewl. “Time to prove yourself, bitch.” He started undoing his pants. “You are gonna suck my dick while she watches. I want her to know what I expect of her when I get her back home. Consider it a going away present for all of us. You get to suck, she gets to learn, and I get to have a happy ending,” he said.

             
Both women were in tears.

             
“Please! Don't do this Sam. We can just leave. I will surrender. You can take us back home and we will start over, just don't do this, it's sick,” Nikki begged.

             
“Oh, don't worry honey, you will get your turn,” he laughed. “Now start suckin' bitch,” he said, gesturing to his cock with the gun, for Jewl to start his blow job.

              Both girls had the TV on, still crying, not knowing what to do when the knob on the front door jiggled. Nelly turned around on the couch and peeked through the small opening in the drapes. Standing there on the small porch with a few other men in leathers, was Scooter. She got off the couch, looking down the hall cautiously, and unlocked the front door running back to the couch. Before she could sit again, the front door swung open and guns were pointed at the girls. The men quickly lowered their weapons when they realized it was them. Trying not to scream, both girls pointed down the hall.

             
Scooter pointed at the girls “John, get them out of here.” John grabbed both girls by the hand and escorted them out of the house and down the street to safety.

             
Scooter and Drifter started down the hall, leaving Crueger and Joe in the living room.

             
They could hear Sam talking to the women. “Faster bitch, show her how I like it.” What the fuck was going on.

             
They kicked the door and it swung open. Surprised, Sam swung the gun their way and as he did Jewl bit down for all she was worth, causing Sam to bring the gun down across her head, knocking her to the side, onto the floor. She didn't move. He followed her as he hit the floor with the gun, still in his hand.

             
“Drop it!” Drifter growled at him, as he took a few more steps into the room, placing his own gun to Sam's head. Sam let go of the gun and continued to curl into a ball, as he bled and moaned.

             
Nikki, seeing that is was safe, threw herself into Scooters arms. “The girls?” she asked, crying as he hugged her.

             
“John took them out a few minutes ago. I’ll take you to them.” He led her out of the room, leaving Drifter to deal with Sam and Jewl.

             
They got out of the house, walking swiftly down the street and around the corner to where the guys had parked the bikes so the noise wouldn't alert Sam. As soon as the girls saw Nikki, they took off running towards her. “Mom!” they yelled. They both embraced her hard when they got to her and then both looked at Scooter and hugged him hard. “Thank you for saving us,” Jen said to him. He hugged them back.

             
Things had just made a huge shift for these girls. What they had just been through at the hands of their own father was fucked up, he thought to himself as they let go and went back to Nikki's side. “I better get back and help Drifter,” he says to Nikki and John, winking, not wanting to say too much in front of the girls. He knew Drifter was probably going to end Sam. “Can you stay with them, John? I will let you know if we need any help.”

             
John nodded and waved him on. “Yep, I will keep these gals safe. You go take care of business Pres.”

             
When Scooter got back to the house, he looked at Joe. “Any shots?” Trying to get a heads up on what he was about to walk back into.

             
“Nope Pres, just some yellin' 'n' shit,” Joe said.

             
Scooter started back down the hall. “Drifter?” He half yelled as he approached the door.

             
“Yeah, come on in Pres,” Drifter said from the other side of the door.

             
He entered with his gun in hand just in case. He put it back in its holster, under his vest, as he saw that it was safe. Sam was lying on the floor, unmoving, and Drifter was sitting on the floor with Jewl in his lap, cradling her as she cried. There was blood around her mouth and she had a bump on her head where Sam had cold cocked her with his gun.

             
“He dead?” he asked Drifter.

             
“Nope, just knocked his dumb ass out, sick of listening to him crying about his dick,” he said, as he kissed the top of Jewl's head. “Can you go get me a wet washcloth so I can clean up her face?”