Free Claiming Sunshine by S. E. Leonard

grabbing a gun!
                  “Oh shit, what are you going to do?” she said, stepping towards him.
                  He took her by the shoulders and spun her around. “I got this babe. He needs to know that I'm serious. Now stay in the fuckin' house... please.” He opens the door and is gone.
                  She runs into her room trying to be quiet so the girls don't hear what is going on. She leaves the light off and can plainly see the front yard, as Scooter is pacing across it with his gun in his hand. It was dusk. As soon as Sam sees him, he throws the truck into gear and speeds off.
                  She goes back to the living room and waits for Scooter to come back in.
                  “Stupid fuck. Didn't quite kill me, did he? I think I am gonna stay close for a while. That dumb shit thinks he’s bigger than us.”
                  Just then, the pizza delivery guy gets there and other than Jen taking her pizza into her room, the rest of the evening is mellow.
     
                  Sam pulls up to the house. The blinds are closed and her truck is in the driveway. “She thinks she can have some assholes push me around?” he murmurs to himself, as he pulls his cell out of his pocket, typing out a message to her. If he has a chance, it's now while she's alone, and not at work with those fuckers. She's probably fucking the lot of them. That would explain her new confidence of telling him off the last few conversations and no interest in fucking him.
                  Her texts are pissing him off. She must be fucking one of them. He decides to stop playing and tell her how it's going to be. He'll threaten to kill the son of a bitch. He waits for her response.
                  Sam sees the front door open and assumes it's her. “Yeah, I still got a handle on her,” he says out loud to himself. He notices it's not her. “AH FUCK!” he yells. He throws his truck into drive and speeds away, looking in the rear view mirror to see if he is going to chase him. That fucking biker had a gun in his hand.
                  He puts his phone back in his pocket and switches direction to go to his lover's house. “They want to play with me. I will destroy them,” he says to himself quietly. He has no idea how, but he knows he will figure it out.
                 
                  Sam recalls the little shake down that he had endured that afternoon. He had gotten a rush install that took him to a country road outside of town. The place looked almost abandoned when he backed into the driveway so he could get to all the equipment easier. As soon as he knocked on the door and it opened, he was pulled in and there were several of them, all in leather. The house was empty and the one with President on his vest immediately got in his face.
                  “Nikki hired us to follow you and we know you are cheating on her. You and her are done. You get me asshole? You stay away from her and the girls, you cheatin' fuck.” He pushed him into the biggest guy in the room, who punched him in the gut.
                  “I don't know what the fuck you are all talking about. How the hell did Nikki afford a spy?” he asked, rolling on the floor in pain.
                  “Don't you worry about that, asshole. Just stay away and don't call the cops unless you want to see what we are really made of!” Scooter yelled, and then spit on him.
                  He laid there for a while letting the pain subside as he heard the motorcycles all drive away. What the fuck was that? She had him spied on? Why the fuck did she care? His anger over took him and he decided he wasn't going to let them dictate what he did.
     
                  Nikki gets ready for work, the girls get ready for school and Scooter sits at the kitchen table drinking coffee and