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her.
                  He decided to do the only thing he knew how to do. Take care of business. First thing's first. Take care of the bastard in the bedroom. He put the guy in his car, and drove him to his house. He had Jewl follow in her car, so he could get a ride back. The man had woke up on the ride, so Drifter had a chat with him about fuckin' with his woman, and keeping his mouth shut about getting roughed up. The man was married, with kids, which made things so much easier. He wasn't gonna say a fuckin' word. Gonna tell his wife he got in the middle of a bar fight. Nice. That was easy.
                  Now, for Jewl. He got into the car with her, down the block, from the bastard's house. She was still crying and she should be. Stupid fuckin' bitch. He reached over and grabbed a handful of her hair, in the back of her head. She gasped. Drifter wasn't sure if it was a scared gasp, or a turned on gasp, but he really didn't care. Both got him as hard as a rock.
                  “Now, it's time to reclaim you, bitch. No safe word now. You are gonna get what's comin' to you. You get me?” He didn't wait for an answer, he attacked her mouth with his, pressing hard as he kissed her, and their teeth knocked together.
                  She wasn't about to resist. She had fucked up big time, and she knew it. As scared as she was, and as pissed as he was, she just had to take it.
                  “You know this is all mine, bitch. You know I told you, no other dicks in my shit. I don't know if you think that was some sort of joke, but now it's time for you get reminded what I meant.” He pointed to the road. “Take me back to my bike.”
                  Jewl drove.
                 
                  After getting back to her place, he put her on the back of his bike, and brought her to the club. If she wanted to act like a whore, he was going to give her a taste of what that meant in his world.
                  They walked into the club house, and as soon as the door shut the rest of the world out, he grabbed her by the hair, and guided her into the main room, just past the entrance. Several of the brothers and prospects were sitting around, drinking, playing cards, shootin' the shit.
                  Everyone turned and looked, as her forced her into the middle of the room. “Hey guys, any of you assholes want a turn with her?”
                  Jewl couldn't believe what he was doing. “Please don't do this Drifter. I am so sorry. Won't happen again.”
                  “Shut the fuck up, Jewl. You don't get to talk right now.” He tightened his grip on her hair, as he pushed her in front of him.
                  Everyone, including the actual club whores, just stared at them. They all knew that Drifter had claimed her.
                  Anne piped up from behind the bar. “Hey, Drifter honey, you want a beer, or a shot or somethin'?” she offered, hoping he would let go of Jewl, who was silently crying her eyes out.
                  “No Anne, I'm good. I just want to know who wants a round with this whore I just found.”
                  One of the prospects raised his hand. Stupid little fuck.
                  Drifter dragged her over to him. “You want a go with her? Here she is.” He let go of her, and shoved her towards the horny little bastard.
                  Everyone continued to stare.
                  “Go ahead. Take her back to one of the empty rooms. She will do whatever you want, and if she gives you an ounce of trouble, you come get me, and I will set her straight.
                  “Please don't do this to me,” Jewl pleaded with Drifter.
                  Anne left down the hall, to text Pres, and let him know what was going on. She usually didn't get involved, but