Claimed by the Bikers A Menage

Jax threw her over his shoulder and walked to their bedroom where they stayed the rest of the night.

It’s Friday night weeks later, and the bar was crowded. Raine was behind the bar working with Carmen and MD. It’s so busy the two couldn’t keep up so Raine was pitching in to help.

“Man, I’ve not seen it this busy before. I think we need to hire a third person.” Carmen stated.

“I hate to say it, but your idea of adding a male stripper was golden! Money in the bank. There are some crazy ass bitches out there! And man can they spend money.” MD replied.

Raine laughed. “You thinking about applying for a stripper gig?”

“Maybe.” MD replied.

“There are still a few brothers that have a problem with it.” Raine replied

“There will always be brothers with problems no matter what.” Ice replied.

A few hours later Raine’s whole world shifted. Right when he walked into the bar. A man wearing a suit looked around after he entered. He’s fairly good looking with a cocky air about him.

You know the entitlement look. She froze in shock and her hands started shaking. And her heart started racing in her chest. Nausea started to rise up in her belly.

“Oh god no. No, no, no. Oh please God!” Raine whispered to herself.

“Hello Rainelle.” Marty smirked.

“Marty.” Raine barely got out.

“Whiskey, just how I like it. I’m sure you can remember the right way?” He asked.

“Fine. One drink. Then you leave, or I’ll have you thrown out on your ass!” Raine retorted.

“Tsk tsk, is that anyway to talk to your fiance?” Marty asked.

“Raine? Who is this prick?” Ice growled.

“Nobody. He’s absolutely nobody!” Raine replied.

Marty turned to Ice. “Martin Vanderbilt. Ice is it? Who the hell are you? This conversation is strictly between me and my fiance.”

“Fiance?” Ice asked.

Jax walked over and wrapped an arm around Raine’s waist. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“This prick claims to be Raine’s fiance!” Ice explained.

“Raine? Who the hell is this fucker?” Jax asked not taking his eyes off of Marty.

“A past mistake that I got rid of a long time ago.” She replied.

“No honey, we aren’t done until I say we’re done. What colorful language your new friends have, seem you’re slumming it these days. Don’t tell me this biker trash does it for you now? No matter. Get your ass in my car right now. You don’t want to make me angry.” Marty retorted.

“Look asshole, I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. But Raine’s my old lady now. She doesn’t belong to you, she’s mine. Now, get your ass out of my bar, before I have my men throw you out.” Jax snarls.

“I’ll go for now because I’m out numbered. But Raine? You know I’ll be back. And you know I always get what I want!” Marty replied as he swallows down the rest of his drink.

“Think you got a little white stuff on your nose there Marty.” Raine stated.

He rubbed his nose. Then realized she was just saying that to see if he’d fall for it. That would confirm he was still using. And of course, he did in fact fall for it.

“You better run back to daddy and leave me alone. You don’t want me calling him and telling him his boy is still snorting coke, do you? What would he say?” Raine asked.

Marty gave her a smirk. “Dead men don’t talk. I’ll be seeing you real soon Rainelle.”

He set his glass back on the bar, gave her a wink, then turned and left.

“Raine, Ice! My office! Now!” Jax ordered.

They went in Jax’s office. Jax sat in his chair. Raine went to sit in the chair beside of Ice which is on the other side of the desk.

“Nope, my lap, now Raine.” Jax growled.

She did as he commanded. And was really dreading the conversation to come.

“Ok now explain to me who that mother fucker was.” Jax demanded.

“Wait a minute. Rainelle? Is that your real name?” Ice asked.

“Yes. If you must know, my real name is Rainelle Iris Parker. And if you so much as make a remark or laugh about my initials, I will kill you in your sleep!” Raine warned.

“So, wait! Your initials are R. I. P?” Ice asked grinning.

“Ha ha, yes laugh it up. Rainelle was my mom’s mother’s name, and Iris was my dad’s mother’s name.” Raine explained.

“Ok enough of that, back to the fucker that came in to my bar.” Jax growled.

“Remember how I told you me and my friends got fake id’s and a couple of guys got us in some clubs when I was 16? It was me, Kim, and my cousin Melanie. Marty and his friend William were the two guys who helped us get those fake id’s and took us to those clubs. Melanie was seeing William.” Raine explained.

“Yeah, I remember you telling me about it, but you didn’t mention who it was.” Jax confirmed.

“Let me back up a month. Melanie met William and Marty in college. She was a freshman in college, and I was a junior in high school. So, William invited her to a frat party and asked her to invite a friend for his friend.” She explained.

“So, Mel invited me. My mom was working two jobs, so she was never home. Which left me hanging out with my friends all the time. Sam’s dad was the commissioner and was so strict she could never go.” Raine explained.

“Anyway, at the frat party is where I met Marty. He was 24 and graduating college that year. He paid me a lot of attention, spent obscene amounts of money on me, taking me out, buying me stuff, treated me like a queen.” She paused.

“He said all the right stuff. In general, he took care of me. I thought I was in love with him, but I know now it was just the idea of being in love and having someone to act like I was their whole world. His dad was our town Mayor, and his grandfather was a retired Senator. So, they came from old money.” She replied.

“Go on.” Jax encouraged.

“You have to understand, where I lived, I was considered poor white trash. My dad was killed for the $45 he had in his wallet, bank card that maybe had a couple hundred bucks in the bank, and car keys to a ten-year-old car worth a couple grand at most. That’s what my dad’s life was worth. He was a good decent man. Worked every day without complaining and while we didn’t have much, we had shelter, food, and clothing to do us.” She explained.