The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5)

The Biker’s Chaos

By

Regina Fox

Copyright © 2015 by Regina Fox

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Prologue

Laughter from another campsite trickled in the crisp fall air. Icy prairie grass crushed and cut Hannah’s numb bare feet as she ran for her life. Her mind and heart raced; alas they outpaced her feet. She really didn’t want to go camping, but she went anyway. She did it for her sister. Hannah’s relationship with her sister’s boyfriend went from weird to worse, and now she feared, it had moved to deadly. Now she had been biding her time until he passed out. But he, it seemed, was waiting as well. And when all were asleep but the two of them, he made his move.

He cupped her mouth and carted her off. There were others waiting for them. They tore at her clothes but then bickered over who got to have her. They momentarily lost sight of her, and she somehow broke free and fled. Her mind told her where she should go. And she pushed with everything she had toward there, in bare feet as the wild prairie ground poked into her soles.

Hannah booked it toward the bikers who were having a harmless good time the entire day. Laughing. She had thought when she first saw them earlier in the day that they were so hot with their long hair and their rock hard bodies. They seemed so happy and carefree. Hannah hoped they were as nice as they were happy because she was about to crash their camp.

She ran so fast into their camp that she couldn’t stop. The flames of the campfire flickered but the camp was dormant. Except for one. She crashed smack dab in a hard oak of a man who didn't even flex as she slammed. But he felt safe and warm, and that was what she needed.

“Help me!” she said.

“Okay, okay,” he assured. “What’s happening?”
       His voice was like honey. His body was so warm.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “And why the hell are you barefoot?”

Before she could answer, footsteps beat the prairie toward them.

“Hannah!” rasped a voice.

She felt her biker’s demeanor transform from half amused to a protector. His body blocked Hannah from her brother-in-law who froze at the line of the biker camp.

“There you are,” he said trying to disguise his tone.

“Go away Cranston!” said Hannah from around her biker.

“Someone you know, Hannah?” Cranston asked sarcastically.

“The lady said go away, Cranston,” said the biker.

“What’s his name?” the man hissed.

“His name is I’m about to,” said the biker.

“I’m about to?” asked Cranston.

“Kick your motherfucking ass,” said another biker appearing from a tent.

Soon all the tent entrances were filled with bikers, their hard breaths fogging from their noses and mouths like bulls. The campsite was crowded. Hannah’s brother-in-law shrank. He knew he didn’t have a shot against these guys.

“I’ll be back,” he threatened.

“You leaving?” asked Hannah’s biker.

“I can fucking take you,” said Cranston. “But I’m clearly outnumbered. I’m not stupid.”

“Clearly, you
are
stupid,” said the other biker.

Hannah thought the biker was gorgeous. She hoped that she was not being silly and equating their sensual good looks with kindness somehow. She hoped that she was not foolish.

The other biker continued. “Because you’ve just challenged him, dude. We’ll stay out of it.”

Cranston stared Hannah down. Fury beaded his eyes. He looked like he would kill her.

The other biker noted, “Hey, John, check out her clothes. No clothes, no shoes. Ripped shirt. Is that how she came here?”

John. Hannah’s biker’s name was John.

John pulled back from her.

“What happened?” he asked. “Did this motherfucker touch you? Because if he did, I’ll tear him apart.” 

“He attacked me,” she barely managed.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” said the other biker. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

“He and some other guys attacked me,” said Hannah.

“How do you know him?” asked John.

“He’s my brother in law,” said Hannah loud enough for the whole camp to hear.

“Oh, brother-in-law?” taunted the other biker. “I say we walk this guy back to where he belongs. Anybody up for a trip to Hell?”

He reached into the tent and tossed a light wool blanket toward John and her.

“You need shoes,” said the biker.

Cranston visibly shook when a few of the guys pushed him around. He was terrified.

“How does it feel to be as scared as you made her?” asked John.

“I don’t want any trouble with anyone,” said Cranston. “You want her? Keep the bitch.”

Cranston took a step back toward their camp.

“I want my sister,” Hannah shouted.

“You want your sister?” asked John. “Anybody else?”

“This discussion is over,” said Cranston. “If she wants to be with you, I got no problem with that. If you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way. I don’t want trouble.”

“Too late for that,” John said.

“Come on, boys,” said the other biker. “Let’s go take a walk. Where’s your camp, darlin’?”

“It’s the next one over that way,” she said.

“You bitch,” growled Cranston.

“Careful,” said the other biker.

“I’m on the horn to the cops,” said yet another biker, a giant who seemed unusually huge but when Hannah did the math; all the biker men were all about the same size.

The big biker and John stayed back with Hannah. Someone scrounged up fleece lined booties for her. She wrapped the blanket around her. Hannah watched as the swarm of bikers descended on the camp that was not immediately adjacent to the biker campsite, but within earshot. Several yards beyond that, it was where the others had held her and began to ravish her.

She flinched when her camp did not relinquish her sister easily. The few men at her camp tussled a little but they were outnumbered. Hannah noted that the bikers only used enough force to get her sister out of the grips of the horrible place. They brought her back to the biker camp. Hannah and she embraced.

“I think some introductions are in order. We’re about to have cops here in a few,” said the other biker. “I’m Danny White Feather. You’ve stumbled on what was going to be a weekend getaway for our club, Ghosts of the Prairie. I’m the captain.”

“My name’s Hannah. This is my sister, Melinda,” said Hannah.

A woman peeked through Danny’s tent. By now, women and bikers were present.

“This my wife, Penny. You know John. This is Trenton, and his wife, Jennifer. Foley and Savannah. Pike and Laramie. Bull, alas has no date,” teased Danny, who always seemed to have a smile in voice, if that were possible.

“Shut up,” laughed Bull.

Hannah no longer had a question as to whether she had made the right decision. She was sure was in good hands and completely safe.

“Tell us what happened,” said Danny more seriously.

Hannah noted that John was still behind her as though he were guarding her.

“My brother-in-law dragged me off to this other camp. There were a bunch of men waiting for us. They were like, did you bring the merchandise? I
was
the merchandise. And one guy said, let’s have a taste,” she said. “And he starting kissing me and ripping off my clothes. But then they were arguing over who got to go first and that’s when I ran.”

The spinning lights of police cars could be seen coming up the main campground road. There were no sirens. The lead car parked and out stepped an officer.

“Could you identify any of the guys? I mean besides your brother-in-law?” asked John.

His voice tickled her ear in a good way.

“Him,” she whispered.

All the Ghosts of the Prairie heard her. She had identified the police. He eyeballed Hannah with a murderous threat. The bikers closed in around Hannah and her sister in response.

“I guess I shouldn’t have called the cops,” said Trenton facetiously.

“Got a call that you boys have been disturbing the peace,” said the cop.

Trenton made a point of getting the cop’s name. He stepped toward the cop and squinted. The cop shoved him back.

“Better back off, boy,” he said. “Before I haul you in.”

“I was just getting your name,” said Trenton.

He went on to cite a civil code.

“In case you are unfamiliar,” said Trenton. “That’s the law that says you are to identify yourself by name in cases like this.”

“Now why am I not surprised a hippie bunch like yourselves knows the law? Doing a lot of jail house readin’ have you?” asked the cop.

“Lawyer, Officer Mill,” said Trenton. “I got offices in Parshall, New York City, and Devil’s Lake.”

“Good for you. Looks like you’re gonna have your hands full. I’m arresting all of you.”

By now, all the cops were parked and out of their cars. Campers from other campgrounds were now out of their tents and gawking.

While the officers questioned the others, Trenton whipped out his phone. “Hannah, turn around,” he whispered. “Let me grab some quick pics, and send them off.”

She nodded.

He snapped pictures of her clothes and what he said were marks on her skin and sent them before the cop could knock his phone from his hand. Trenton assumed a fighting stance and the cop backed down. Trenton addressed the rest of the cops.

“This woman ran to us from across the camp. From that camp to this one. She said she was in danger. She said her sister was in danger. We came to their aid. I’ve just sent the pictures of her to the state attorney general’s office. You want to arrest us?” he stood toe to toe with the cop and said with a grin, “I’m going to arrest you back.”

“On what charges?” asked another cop.

“Tell him,” said John. “Tell him what you did. Or better yet, let Hannah tell it.”

“They’re telling the truth,” called a witness from another camp, as she approached the bikers.

Everyone looked the witness’s way.

“I saw the whole thing. This girl came running from there. That man was chasing her. Called her name. Thought he was whispering, but in the dead of night, heard him clear as a bell.”

“We’re leaving, Officer Mill,” said a cop.

Officer Mill glared at John.

“She’s mine,” said John. “And you can’t have her.”

The cop took a swing at John who deflected it and punched back. Officer Mill dropped. He drew his weapon but before he could do anything, Danny stepped on the cop’s wrist. The cop screamed.

“I think you broke it!” shouted Officer Mill.

Danny let up and backed off so Mill’s colleague could help him up.

“You’re fine, you dumb ass,” said the colleague to the cop.

“We’re leaving,” announced Danny to the rest of the cops. “We’re out of here. We’re packing up now.”