Claiming the Knights (25 page)

Chapter 19

             
While the picnic and Joe's ass kickin' was going on, Nate left Sissy tied to her chair. He couldn't have her out with the members when Nikki wanted revenge. Not cool to have that shit around the club kids. Nate brought her a plate of food and he let her up to use the bathroom. Picking opportune times that he could slip away un-noticed to see her, he found himself checking on her too often, but didn't want anyone else aware of it.

             
Most of the families and ol' ladies had split and things had moved into the club house. Jam Box was no where around, but Daisy was all over Nate. “You wanna use those cuffs on me baby? I saw you looking at 'em the other day when you were fuckin' me,” she said, hoping to get another go with him. She could see he was distracted, but thought it was because he couldn't find Jam Box.

             
“Nah, I'm fuckin' tired. Gonna hit the rack, go find someone else.” Nate went down the hall, but he passed his own room and went to let Sissy out of her chair.

             
He entered the room quietly and she was slumped forward, sleeping. He quietly went over to her and put her hair behind her ear. She stirred a bit and tried to shift, but couldn't because she was tied in. Startled, she popped her head up and gasped.

             
“Chill sweetheart, it's just me. Time to go to bed,” he said to her, and untied her. She took a deep breath and got up and went to the bathroom, rubbing her neck. Knowing to leave the door open, she peed, washed her hands and face, and came back in the room to follow him to his room.

             
In the hall, she stayed behind him as he went to his room. They both heard footsteps approaching and there was Daisy and Jam Box. “What the fuck is up with this new bitch and where you been hidin' her Nate?” Jam Box asked.

             
“I told you girls, club biz. Now get lost,” he ordered them.

             
Daisy reached over and grabbed Sissy by the hair and pulled her out from behind Nate. “Come on bitch. Come out here where we can see what we are working with,” Jam Box laughed. “What you got that we don't?”

             
Sissy screamed. Nate grabbed Daisy's wrist and applied pressure until she let go of Sissy's hair. “You stupid bitch! This doesn't concern you now. You two get lost!” He opened his door and he pushed the once again, sobbing Sissy into his room, slamming the door on the two club whores. They started banging on the door, so he threw a text to Drifter. He then heard his big footsteps and the grumble of his voice, and the pounding stopped.

             
“Sorry 'bout that sweetheart. Those girls are jealous of your ass,” he told her.

             
She sat on the bed and wiped her eyes. She reached up and rubbed her head where Daisy had pulled her hair. “When am I going to be done here? I am done living scared. I really want to leave,” she said, sounding desperate. She was desperate.

             
“Sweetie, I don't know what the fuck they have planned for you. But until they figure that shit out, you’re mine. I should've known those bitches would go after you. I’ll be more careful. I need to protect you and I haven't been doing that,” he was nervous and rambling.

             
She looked up in shock. He hadn't been horrible to her, but he had been somewhat rude, so this sudden change of heart was confusing her. “Why are you being so nice to me? You came and checked on me a lot today and now you are going to protect me?”

             
“I just think you deserve better than getting roughed up by a couple of whores,” he said, not sure how to answer her. He went to his drawer and pulled out a Metallica t-shirt and a pair of boxers and tossed them to her. “These will be more comfortable. You can put them on in the bathroom, I won't watch.”

             
She took them and went to the bathroom, left the door open, and changed.

             
Nate turned on the TV, found a show that he like and settled on the bed, leaving plenty of room for her on the side she had been sleeping on.

             
When she came out of the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks. “What's going on here?”

             
“What do you mean? I just wanna watch some boob tube and I can't see it from the couch,” Nate said, patting her pillow. “Relax, I ain't gonna touch you.”

             
She carefully lay down on the bed, lying on her side, away from him. He didn't put the handcuff on her yet because he didn't want her to feel scared of him. He wanted to be close to her however, and was using the television as excuse. He was really starting to like her and her vulnerability was a big turn on. It made him want to be gentle with her. This was all very new to him.

             
While Nate watched TV, he heard her breathing change to a sleeping rhythm. He relaxed a bit and flipped through the channels, landing on a Western. He thought to himself, I better get that cuff on her wrist, but that was that last thing he remembered until he woke up.

             
He opened his eyes and something felt different. He was on his side, and like a lost puppy, Sissy was all curled up into a ball, facing him. He had an arm and a leg on her. She was sound asleep. No cuff on her and she had a grip on his t-shirt. He froze, not sure what to do.

             
He just laid there for several minutes. The TV was still on, the volume low. He could hear  movement out in the hall, but couldn't turn over without waking her to see the clock. He gently straightened out her fingers and started to release the grip she had on his shirt, when she opened her eyes and gasped.

             
“What are you doing to me?” she said, struggling to get out of his arm.

             
“Chill bitch, you’re the one that was grippin' my fuckin' shirt. I was trying not to wake you up so I could get up,” he told her while lifting his arm and leg, so she could get away from him.

             
That’s when they both realized she had been free the entire night.

             
“Fuck, you didn't have the cuff on all night. That coulda ended badly,” he said to her, as she headed for the bathroom.

             
“I swear to God Sissy, I didn't touch you. I woke up with you under my arm and leg, and you grippin' my shirt. Sorry that it scared you, not what I fuckin' intended.”

             
She came out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Without looking at him she asked,  “Why are you being so nice to me? I heard them call you Crazy Nate. What does that mean?”

             
“Well, I’m being so fuckin' nice to you because this babysittin' gig is makin' me fuckin' like you. I am Crazy Nate because I like to torture people. You’re safe though. I torture people that need to be tortured. If fuckin' Todd was still here, I'd fuckin’ torture his stupid ass for taking a sweet thing like you and getting you fucked up on meth. And for getting’ involved with an MC in the most fucked up way possible,” he took a breath knowing he was, in a fucked up way, spilling his guts to this girl. “The club put me in charge of you for several reasons. One bein' as I don't have an ol' lady, I can watch you 24/7. Two, I told them you disgusted me, the way you were offering to let us use you for a gang bang or blow jobs all around so we’d let you go.”

             
“I was high,” she quietly said, still not looking at him. She was taking in all he was saying, still not sure what to do with it, but starting to feel a little safer with him.

             
“I know you fucking were and after days of seeing you sober, I'm seein' that girl was not you. I am assuming the gangbang and BJ's are off the table now?” he asked in a smartass tone.

             
“I would rather not, but I suppose I don't have much of a choice if that's what you all do with me.” She slowly and bravely turned to look at him. She wanted to see the look on his face. Maybe it would give her a clue as to what her future held. After all, she was being cared for by this man that tortured, and enjoyed it.

             
“Sweetheart, the next guy that tries to fuck with you will be dealing with me and I will enjoy every minute of it.” He rolled off the bed, still in his jeans and t-shirt, and motioned towards the bathroom. “Go get dressed. We’re gonna get some breakfast and then you and I are going for a ride.”

             
Like she had just stated, she didn't have a choice. Thankfully when they went out to the big room, the two women that were so mean to her were nowhere to be seen. They ate some toast and drank some coffee in silence. She was mulling over what he meant by going for a ride. She knew he meant his bike, but where and what for?

             
Nate thought he better lay out some ground rules before he took her out of the club house. “You are on the back of my bike at all times. You try to get off at a stop light or sign, I will catch your ass and you will be punished. We might go into a few places on our ride. When we do, you hold my hand at all times. Do you fuckin' understand me?”

             
She nodded. “Where are we going?” she asked.

             
“Well, I thought maybe you would like to get out of here for a while and I was gonna buy you some more clothes. You’ve been wearing Jewl's shit for days.”

             
She flashed a smile at him and his heart fuckin' melted. He caught himself smiling back but then stopped. “Remember what I said. You fuckin' follow my rules or comin' back here will fuckin' suck for you.”

             
“I will, I promise,” she took in a big breath, “Thank you, Nate.”

             
They took off outta the club lot and headed for the Mall area. He took her to a few stores. She held his hand the entire time and when he was paying for things, she held onto his belt loops. He was nice to her in public, treating her like a girlfriend, calling her sweetheart and asking her questions. They ended up in a small diner in one of the strip malls. He had her slide into the booth first and he sat next to her. He let her order what she wanted and they sat there and talked while they ate. Then they went back to the club house with all of the clothes he bought her tucked in the saddle bags.

             
He hoped that no other brothers would be around, but when they pulled up, Drifter, Joe, and Scooter were all standing outside the club shop. They saw Nate pull in with Sissy on his bike.

             
Nate turned his head and told her to keep her mouth shut. He knew taking her out was probably not part of the plan, but he figured if they were gonna make him babysit, he was gonna do what he wanted.

             
The guys came strolling over to them. Sissy was getting off the bike and taking off her helmet, as Nate backed the bike into position with the others.

             
“What's up Nate?” Scooter asked.

             
“Just getting her outta the club house for a little air,” Nate said.

             
Drifter walked over to Sissy. He once again took her by the chin and forced her face up, so she was looking at him. Without hesitating, Nate flew off his bike and removed Drifter's hand from her face.

             
Drifter took a few steps back and he put his hands up by his head. “Wow dude, what the fuck? I was just gonna ask the bitch a question.”

             
“Well you can do it without fuckin' touchin' her,” Nate said, realizing how much he had just given away without meaning to.

             
Scooter piped up, “You fuckin' her Nate? You said you wouldn't touch that shit with someone else's dick.” They all laughed, except Nate and Sissy. She moved closer to Nate, standing behind him, hooking a few fingers into his belt loop.

             
“Ah shit, you are fuckin' her,” Drifter said.

             
“No I’m not fuckin' her. Just takin' fuckin' care of her like you assholes told me to. There’s no need to scare her or manhandle her.” He grabbed her hand and headed for the club house door, deciding to leave the clothes he bought her where they were. That is all he fuckin' needed was to listen to those fuckers cackling about that shit.

             
Nate decided he needed a break from her, so he took her to her room and tied her up. “I will be back in a bit with your clothes.”

             
As he turned to leave, she spoke, “I am sorry for messing up.”

             
He turned around and looked at her. “You didn't mess up, I did. I shouldn't be taking you out. That wasn't part of the plan. I just wanted to test you and you did everything right, thank you. I just need to get some space from you.” He turned, and left her.