Free Claiming Sunshine by S. E. Leonard Page A

waiting. After Sam's attempt to get to her the night before, he isn't taking any chances in leaving them alone.
                  On the way to the school, he tells Nikki that she needs to go in and get Sam's name off all the school contact info and let them know that Sam is not to be picking up the girls from school. He waits while she walks the girls into the school.
                  “They won't let me do that without a court order,” she says as she climbs back into the driver's seat. “What are we going to do?”
                  “Well for starters, you need to text him and let him know that you did change it. That way he will think you did and maybe that will keep him away from them.”
                  She nods. “Ok, I hope he believes me.”
                  They arrive at the garage, and after getting Nikki settled in the office, he goes to find Drifter. He wants to see if he got any more info on Sam from the girlfriend that Drifter had chatted with a few times.
                  “Well Pres, she text me last night and said that he showed up there all pissed off about some stupid ass biker keeping him from his kids, and that he was going to put them all in their place.”
                  “You are somethin' Drifter, how the hell is she going to keep her fucking mouth shut to him about us?” Scooter asks.
                  “Well, I'm keepin' her mouth and a few other places busy enough. She likes it real rough and …”
                  Scooter cuts him off. “Enough ok, ok. Finally found one that will keep coming back,” he laughs.
                  “Yeah, I think I made it really clear who she is dealing with, the Club and all, and if she makes a peep to him, things will not go good for her.” He slashes his index finger across his neck. “Plus, I am throwing her some cash. Somethin' that I don't think ol' Sam is capable of... oh, and then the rest she seems pretty happy with.” He smiles, thinking about how great it is to have a bitch that isn't running for the door when he needs to get good and rough with her. This one craved it. He may have met his match.
                  “So did he stay with her?” Scooter asks, not sure if that was an option, unsure how Drifter would react to a woman that he was seeing or whatever.
                  “Yeah, he did,” he said. He was doing his best to hold it together and be the bad ass that he was, with no emotion about some stupid bitch that was willing to fuck whatever came in her door. “He went to work this morning. I'm gonna go over and see what else he had to say in a few.” He ran his hands through his hair. He was so frustrated with whatever the hell this feeling was. He would fuck the hell outta her and get it outta his system. Fuck! “I will call you and let you know what’s up, Pres.” He turned for the door and was off.
     
                  Drifter pulled up to her house and parked his bike in the carport. Before he could even get his helmet off, she was opening the door and inviting him in through the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile thinking about what was about to go down. He had never been so excited about seeing a bitch.
                  “Hey baby,” she said to him as he went through the door while she held it open. As soon as she closed it, he was on her.
                  “Get that nasty ass over here, you little slut,” he said to her. He grabbed her hard by the back of the neck with one hand, pulling her to him and squeezing a tit with the other. “You fuck him?”
                  She looked up at him the best she could with his grip still hard on her neck. “Umm... what are you going to do to me if I tell you the truth?” He loosened his grip and let go of her tit.
                  Pushing her away for a second, he looked at her, with