Free Claiming the Knights by S.E. Leonard Page A

the doorway, Ken scooted in, and shut the door.
                  Scooter grabbed him, and put him in a headlock. Joel was struggling hard, trying to get away. Dean got the tape on his mouth. Drifter was trying to get his legs, but Joel was panicking and kicking. Scooter and Drifter got him down to the ground, and got his hands tied. He continued to struggle and kick. Scooter leaned down, and talked to him.
                  “Look Joel, you know what you did and now it's time to face the fuckin' music. If you want to keep struggling, we will do what it takes to put an end to it.... or you can stop, and go quietly. We aren't gonna fuck you up yet, so chill the fuck out.” Scooter stood back up. “You gonna chill?”
                  Joel quickly nodded his head, and stopped kicking, as Drifter tied his ankles together.
                  Not wanting to say any more in front of Ken, they took their prize, and headed out the back door. Drifter had Joel thrown over his shoulder.
     
                  Once they were back at the club, they got him into his new living quarters, and tied into the chair. Then they left him there for a couple hours, mostly to scare the hell out of him.
                  Joel knew what happened to people who fucked with a MC, and he had fucked with their president. He knew he was a dead man, and was scared shitless. He had always been so careful not to be involved, and stay anonymous, and now his worst nightmare was unfolding. He did his best to test all the restraints, with no luck at all. He sat, and he waited for his doom.
     
                  After several hours of drinking and talking, Scooter and Drifter entered the room. Drifter approached Joel. Joel cowered, expecting to get hit.
                  “I'm not gonna hit you. Fuck. If I take that tape off, are you gonna talk, or scream like a bitch?” Scooter asked, as he removed a corner of the tape, so he could make out what Joel's answer would be.
                  “Taaak,” Joel managed to get out, around the rest of the tape.
                  Drifter still holding the corner, ripped it off quickly.
                  “Ahhh, Fuck!” Joel blurted out. “That fuckin' hurt.”
                  Drifter stepped back next to Scooter, and they just stared, hoping to intimidate him further.
                  After a few minutes, he started talking.
                  “Look, I didn't know it was you, Scooter. I don't ever see the details. I get the info, and forward it on, without even seeing it. For the love of God, if I had known it was you, and that Nikki's dad had been the one puttin' out the hit, I would have come to you.. I promise,” Joel said, singin' like a fuckin' canary.
                  “We got all that. You should be more careful when you are makin' phone calls on our fuckin' turf, you stupid ass,” Scooter warned him. “We got fuckin' ears everywhere.” He spun his finger in the air.
                  “I am so sorry guys. So fuckin' sorry,” Joel said, putting his head down. He knew he had blown it. He was ready to face the music.
                  “Whatever you guys want, I will tell you anything,” Joel said, with his head still down.
                  Scooter and Drifter left the room, and locked the door.
     
                  As they passed Dean's room, they could hear faint grunts and moans. While the cat's away the mouse will play. Both men shook their heads, and headed to the meeting room to discuss what to do next with Joel, George Dalton, and whoever the hit man was.
                  As they started to shut the door to the meeting room, the front door to the club opened. In walked Anne.
                  “Oh fuck,” Drifter said, under his breath, walking back out.