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

“Hey Anne, we aren't quite done here, hun. Can you come back in a while? I can text you,” Drifter said to her, trying to be casual. He made his way across the room to her, doing his best to get her back out the door.
                  “I left my wallet under the bar last night and I need to grab it really quick. Then I will be on my way, sorry guys.” She slipped past Drifter's big frame, and walked swiftly towards the bar. As she passed the hallway, she heard a familiar grunt. It stopped her, dead in her tracks.
                  “Anne honey, get your wallet and go,” Scooter said to her.
                  The look on her face was shock. She just stood there, slowly looking at both men, and then down the hall. Then she did an about face, and started down the hall.
                  Drifter was on her. “No Anne, you need to go.”
                  She looked up at him, with tears about to spill over. “Drifter, don't you fuckin' touch me.” She pulled out her master key, and slid it in the lock.
                  Dean’s voice from the other side of the door grumbled, “There is someone in here, God damn it.”
                  Drifter backed off. Even though he didn't allow women to overrule him, this was Anne, and she was more like a sister or a mom to him, not just another bitch. He respected that, and let her have her space to find the truth on the other side of that fuckin' door.
                  Anne was in shock. Was he really doing this to her? Was this the only time? This asshole is gonna get it. She kept the key in the lock, in the unlocked position, for a few more seconds.
                  Dean again, piped up from the other side of the door, “Guys, quit screwing around and get lost.” Both Dean and the woman giggled.
                  Anne's tears came hard and she grabbed the knob, and pushed the door open, revealing both of them. The whore is laid out on the bed, under Dean. He is still on her, and presumably, in her, as they both look towards the door.
                  The look on Dean's face is pure remorse, but he knows it is way too late for that.
                  Anne recognizes the whore, Sophie. She raised her head, and smiles at Anne.
                  Anne lunges towards her.
                  By this time, both Scooter and Drifter are standing just out of sight in the hall, to handle things if they get out of hand. They just did.
                  Drifter steps into the room to grab Anne around the waist. She slips from his hands, and jumps on Sophie, as Dean gets out of the way. Dean tries to grab her.
                  “Don't you lay a fuckin' hand on me you FUCKING ASSHOLE!” she screams, tears falling. She turns back to the little whore that is pinned to the bed by Anne's body.
                  “You little fuckin' whore! You not get the memo that this is my man, you stupid bitch?” Anne reaches for Sophie's throat, grabs with both hands, and starts to squeeze.
                  Drifter grabs Anne's wrists, putting pressure on the points that open her hands. He wraps her arms around herself, and slowly pulls her off the bed. She relents, and drops her head crying.
                  “Neither one of you is worth my time.” She gets to her feet, and heads for the door with Drifter right behind her.
                  Dean pulls his boxers on, and starts towards the door. “I am so sorry, Hun.”
                  “Don't waste your breath. You and I are over. Now it's all clear to me. You won't claim me because you need to dip your dick into that… well, she's all yours. Fuck you and your whore!” she spits out at him.
                  Sophie is gasping, as she recovers from briefly being choked. “Good going fuck face,” Drifter says to Dean, and