Free Claiming the Knights by S.E. Leonard

possible, was rather comforting. She enjoyed being told what to do and where to go. For now.
                  Jewl really liked Anne. She treated her with respect and they enjoyed each other's company on these days that Drifter brought her to the club.
                  Through the years, Anne had seen Drifter bringing different women to his room, and then carrying them out, or kicking them out. She didn't know what the hell he did to them, but she rarely saw any of them come around again. She was happy to see him sticking with one gal finally. She wasn't sure what had transpired at Jewl's house, but she assumed Jewl had cheated on Drifter. He sure as hell made his point with her and Jewl had been stepping and fetching ever since.
     
                  Drifter had finally gotten the room ready with the help of the prospects, minus the little prick that thought he could have a go at his bitch. He stood back and looked at all his handy work. There were bars on the small window, and a heavy wooden chair with restraints. A shower had been equipped with a hose attachment. All the furniture had been removed, and there was a mattress on the floor. It was pretty much ready, now to get the guy to go in it.
                  It was Friday and the job interview with Joel was set for Monday morning. Drifter should have been nervous about it, but was more nervous about leaving Jewl alone at the house. He had installed a few cameras in the house that were hidden, while she went to the store. He had only let her out of his site so he would have time to do it. He didn't want Jewl, or any of the other women at the club when they brought Joel in. It wasn't gonna be pleasant and they didn't need to see any of that shit.
                 
                  The weekend went by quickly for everyone. Drifter, Scooter, and Dean were all anticipating the mock interview they had set up. Drifter had set it up at a garage of a friend that owed the club. None of them wanted it to go down bad, so the owner was going to greet Joel, and let him into the office where the three of them would jump him, and get him into the club van that was in the alley. If all went well, they would have him tied up with duct tape on his mouth, before there was a peep. They were doing it early, before the garage was open, so no outsiders would be around to witness anything.
                  Scooter had finally got the fuckin' cast off his ankle, and had started riding his bike on short rides.
                  They all met at the Clubhouse at 7:30, on Monday. They drove over in the van.
                  Dean had already told Anne to stay home until he got back to her. She didn't question it. Shit was always going down that was none of her business.
                  When they arrived, Ken, the owner, let them into the small office. They were all ready for him. The interview was set for 8 am. 8 o'clock came and went. It was 8:20 and they were ready to call it, when Joel's truck rolled up.
                  Ken walked out of the office, as if he was headed to the first bay of the shop.
                  Joel piped up. “Hey, are you Ken?”
                  Ken nodded.
                  “I have an interview with you. I’m a bit late. Sorry 'bout that,” he said, not giving a reason.
                  “Oh, I was just about to give up on ya and get to work,” Ken said, as he pointed around the inside of the garage. “Here is the shop. We have three mechanics, including myself, and just need one more, with all the business that has been coming in.”
                  Joel nodded, looking around. “Nice.”
                  “Let’s go into the office and we can sit down and talk.” Ken pointed to the door, and let Joel walk through it first.
                  As soon as he was through