A Biker Saga 2, Switzerland: A Biker Saga, #2

By Pamela Murdaugh-Smith

As outlaw bikers converge on the GGS Clubhouse war breaks out. Personal agendas interfere with strategy, lives and relationships are threatened, schemes are hatched and deserters must be dealt with.

When they met the attraction was undeniable. Not even her protective father could deny Stax what she wanted. But when his accidental death ushers in an unprovoked war on bikers, their days of peace are shattered. Determined to survive and find a way to end the war, they set out to discover who is behind the attacks. What they discover about themselves in the process could divide their family and cost Stax and Strangler their lives.

Author Pamela Murdaugh-Smith, inspired by her life experiences in the biker community, wrote the series; A Biker Saga, filled with epic characters who will draw you into a fantastic world of Gaelic bikers now living in the south. Good souls tarnished by wars, who by no fault of their own find themselves submerged in a sea of secrets, deceit and life altering revelations.

(explicit language and adult situations).

Ride Safe, Read Daily!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Pamela Murdaugh-Smith
• Release date: Jan 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507086308

Pamela Murdaugh-Smith

Pamela, (aka: STAX), prefers to be in the wind surrounded by like minded souls. She enjoys riding, listening to country, southern and classic rock, socializing and writing. Born and raised in the South, she now lives in the Midwest with her husband of twenty-eight years. They put their Harley in the wind and ride to Rally's, enter Poker Runs and participate in Benefits every chance they get.

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Coming Together

Chapter 1

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Stax stared at Strangler in disbelief. What did he just say? Surely she had misunderstood his recent proclamation. This was not only unheard of, it could be dangerous enough to destroy them! She looked around the room at the others who seemed to be just as confused as she. The Trio and the other two officers were full of concern at this extraordinary and most unexpected turn of events. Strangler understood their confusion, he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the concept himself.

"All of them? Moby exclaimed, glancing over at Rage and Griff, Define all of them."

All of them. repeated the president of the GGS , Every motorcycle club in this state is asking permission to come and make a stand here at our castle. They are sitting in the same room right now waiting for our answer. Collectively, they have discussed their options and unanimously chosen to put aside differences in effort to preserve their clubs and the reputations they have built for themselves. They now understand just how dire the situation is and what the consequences would be if they tried to defend themselves individually and failed. he paused, drawing on his cigarette, allowing them to take in the news. They have concluded that if we were to fall with a fortress to sustain us, they wouldn't have a chance in hell. But if we come together and combine resources we all have a chance to survive the onslaught.

"No shit! Rage exclaimed, How many and what do they want from us in return?" All eyes turned back to Strangler who crushed out his cigarette and answered the concern Rage had uttered and everyone else was thinking.

If we accept their offer, a couple hundred will be rolling in tonight. Mostly the presidents in the meeting, their officers and chosen representatives from each area for the smaller clubs. Plus, they want to bring their ol' ladies in for protection. Before tomorrow evening the number will rise as their club members follow. This is in addition to the Supporters, but keep in mind they could  change their mind if we bring in the bikers. They may not be comfortable surrounded by ragged MCs.

Knowing that one of Slider's favorite sayings, Always keep a favor in your pocket, had to be going through the minds of the Trio, he didn't keep them hanging.

As far as the cost to us, there is none. Not one of them are calling in a marker, nor are they asking us to forgive theirs. They are in it to save their own asses and we happen to be their best option. When this mess is said and done, if we all manage to come out of it intact, everything goes back to normal. Of course once this is over we will have earned their acceptance and respect. We will also be exposing our unorthodox and previously unheard of HC to the entire world. If we choose to take this route of an unprecedented gathering, imagine how we will look to the world when every hardcore motorcycle club shows up at our door. The media will eat it up and we will be known nationwide by morning. No matter the outcome, the world at large will know what a Heritage Club is and what we can accomplish when someone attempts to fuck with us.

"Put it to the club post-haste. Moby counseled, We've no time to think it to death. he rose up from his chair with a broad grin, Karma is making her rounds brothers, this is how she will repay us for the many good works we have done."

Aye. agreed Griff, raising from his chair The very thing we are needing is rolling our way. There is no reason to delay or question, we have much to do. Gather them together and lets get this thing done!

As Rage stood up in agreement the rest of the table joined him. Strangler sent out a mass text, '911-cruinniú' and they headed towards the Bar Room. On the walk from the office he thought about what Moby had said. Karma was coming! He wondered if his past was finally about to catch up to him. Finding Stax and the GGS had been the only good thing life had ever allowed him, but he knew deep down he didn't deserve to be here. If Karma was really about to come calling, handing out 'Just Deserts', what would she have in store for him?

The echos of many feet were heard throughout the castle as the club members came running. Every member came quick and came armed, not one of them bothering to take a seat. Stax watched as they stood waiting for news and instruction, her heart swelling with pride.

Da would be so proud of his family right now.

Send a text to Cat, Strangler advised Stax, Tell her to keep the children outside. I don't want them walking through during this conversation. Tell her we'll send someone to update her afterward.

Once everyone had arrived he wasted no time in sharing the news. From their initial response of subdued excitement he could tell that they were both hopeful and apprehensive.

Hold off on the vote. he instructed, Take a seat, we need to toss some ideas around. We must work fast, so if you have a suggestion, concern or comment stand up. It is going to be extremely tight around here with two large forces coming and I figure our best bet is to house the elite inside and turn both warehouses into sleeping quarters. Once we hear the UC is actually rolling our way we can gather them all behind the courtyard walls. At this point Flask stood up, already thinking about utilizing the supplies in the warehouses.

What'cha got? Strangler asked.

While we were gathering, he began, I spotted a couple of  pallets loaded with cases and cases of air mattresses that Slider was going to sell during the rally's. And there's still a shitload of yard-sale mattresses and bedding down there.

As Flask finished and sat back down, Jester stood up in his place.

Prez, warehouse two still has cots, tents and rack rolls. We should also think about moving those worker's porta-heads a little closer to the warehouses, they're gonna need 'em. 

Clover offered the following option, The trailers we were living in are vacant since everyone is staying in the castle, we can offer those up for more space.

Ok people, Strangler advised, glancing at his watch, I've got about ten minutes before I have to call in our answer. You need to realize once the UC begins the attack we will have no choice but to squeeze everyone into the courtyard or inside the castle, so be prepared to be inundated if you vote to have them join us. Verbal votes will be taken now. All in favor of bringing in the MCs?

A resounding Aye reverberated within the castle walls as every member of the GGS chose to stack the deck against whatever fate had in store for them.

Done. Strangler announced, Moving forward, I need you to team up just as you did before. Rage, you supervise the trailers, Moby takes warehouse one and Griff warehouse two.

Turning to his Sgt. at Arms, he advised. Twitch, grab the equipment drivers and get those heads moved. Samson, hit the mechanic's garage and grab the portable air compressors for the mattresses. Ryker, supervise taking everything out of the freezers and pantrys in those trailers and bring it up here so we can inventory and restock them with appropriate items. Scratch, you make sure every bar-stool, table and chair are brought right here to the bar. Have the buffet tables set up, what we don't need for serving can be used as extra seating. Mac, call the Supporters, get an update and advise them the MCs will be joining us. Then hit the roof and update the guards and come back to meet with me. Clover, run out back and give Cat a complete update. Stay with her to help bring the kids in when I give the all clear. I gotta make a few calls. Della, Serenity, Lee and Mavis, head to my office with Stax. before he dismissed them, he counseled them once again, Do not forget, we have been working on borrowed time and thus far we've been smart enough to use that time to our advantage. Consider us found, because once bike traffic starts moving in this direction the clock stops. Arm yourselves, work quickly and stay alert.

Details

Chapter 2

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Back in the office four women sat quietly, waiting for their instructions. None were sure of what Strangler was going to require from them. At the moment he was putting in a call to the sheriff but had to leave a voice mail for a call back. Turning his attention to the women, he began.

Lee. he said, pushing a pad and pen in her direction, Do you mind? She smiled at his veiled reference to the first time he had requested her assistance to play secretary.

My pleasure. she beamed, Notes or a list?

Wing it. he answered lightly, wondering when her next mood swing was going to occur, Write down everything that seems important, keeping in mind it's all important. Turning his attention to the one in charge of meals, "It's all on you Della, the kitchen is going to be in full swing twenty-four-seven. You'll be hard put to prepare the next meal while you're cooking the current one. Keep it simple. Soups, beans and stews can be stretched, add biscuits or cornbread and you can feed an army. Non-members will not have access to the kitchen, the elevator is off limits."

Understood. Della responded, We'll get creative and make it happen.

Stax, unless the MCs have ol' ladies who know their way around a semi-automatic put them to work in the castle. he advised, as he continued to delegate, Lee make a note, I need to secure the stairway and post a guard. No visitors allowed upstairs for any  reason. And ladies, even though we are under duress I want the MCs to be treated well, especially at the bar. I'm asking you, as bartenders, to be on your friendliest behavior.

Serenity didn't seem to have a problem with this, but Lee and Mavis looked troubled. Unsure as to what extent he was asking them go, Lee unconsciously shook her head in a negative fashion.

This doesn't mean you have to put up with disrespect, he explained, "I do however, expect you to take their bullshit with a grain of salt. That's not a request. As long as the bikers keep their hands to themselves I want you to be playful and keep 'em happy. You are not required to do anything but serve drinks and play the flirt-game to the best of your ability. Just as you would with our own people. I will be advising every Prez that our women are not here for their personal pleasure. Which brings me to this, do you have a problem wearing a side-arm while behind the bar or working the floor?"

Nope. Serenity chimed, Sounds good.

The others also indicated they would be fine packing a pistol, although yet again, Lee's body language told Strangler she wasn't being truthful.

Good. he said, ignoring the obvious, I'll go to the armory in a bit and get you outfitted. I noticed several of Slider's old gun-slinger type holsters hanging on the back wall. He was planning to set up an outlaw photo booth during the events. Have fun with it while you work. And of course, I'll be dealing with the Prez Club. he said, turning his attention back to Stax, So it falls on you Angel, to deal with their ol' ladies.

I'm good with that. Stax replied, I assumed as much.

Every club is different. Strangler continued, The majority of these women are accustomed to being treated as possessions and cash-cows instead of partners and equals. We need to make a point of showing them respect no matter how they get treated elsewhere. Delegate each president's ol' lady a role that represents her status above the other females in her club. We don't want to start out by offending the women.

They can act as supervisors. Stax assured him, I'll make sure they understand they will be held accountable if their girls become an issue. 

Strangler's cell rang, it was Sheriff Bob. You've been busy. he stated, answering the phone, Trouble?

Sorry. Bob replied, Too many irons in the fire. No trouble, we'll, no new trouble anyway. You guys still okay out there?

All good, how's my boys?

Your boys are fine. Slacker is getting better everyday and Rascal is keeping his guard up. I enjoy having them here.

Strangler filled him in on the MCs decision, proudly expounding on how quickly their forces were growing.

I figured you might be hearing from them soon. Bob told him, I made a big deal about your fortress hoping they might take a look in your direction. Glad they realized you're the most viable option they have.

What made you do that? Strangler questioned, Not that it was a bad thing.

No one else has the resources you have. Bob replied, And when I heard they were talking of defending their clubhouses individually, I figured it would ultimately result in one bloodbath after another. Why let them commit suicide when you need more warriors. All I did was drop a bug in someones ear and left it up to them to see the light.

It would have been a massacre, no doubt. Strangler agreed.

Yep. Look buddy, I've never heard of these Supporters you're talking about, but I am familiar with groups of their kind. I feel better about your chances now. Damn it, hold on a minute, important call, gotta take it. Strangler waited for Bob to return to the conversation, writing a few notes on the reminder pad in front of him. So many little things he couldn't afford to let fall to the wayside, just to come back and bite him in the ass later.

I'm back. Bob advised, coming back on the line, I do have concerns about a few of those ragged MCs. he counseled, Each one of those presidents are used to being top-turd on their own shit pile. You could be inviting jealousy and greed into your house. Not to mention you're gonna have more testosterone out there than a strip joints got dollar bills. Are you and yours prepared to deal with that?

No choice, all I can do is handle each crisis as it comes. Any new word on the UC and where they are right now? he asked. For a brief moment Strangler thought his phone had dropped the line it was so quiet on the other end.

Bob, you still there? Strangler asked.

Yeah, I'm here. replied the sheriff, It's not good news I'm afraid, but it's not unexpected either. The call I just received was an update compiled by various traffic choppers. It appears that as of early this morning a gathering has begun on the West Coast. It's in progress as we speak.

What do the numbers look like?

Several large packs have been spotted, all heading in the same direction. Each is somewhere between fifty to a hundred riders strong. It looks as if they are beginning to amass their forces.

So anytime now.

Maybe not, you might get another reprieve.

Reprieve? Strangler asked, What could stop them if they are gathering to roll out?

The National Hurricane Center. Bob advised, They just issued a severe warning for the West Coast. It kooks to be a huge storm and it's moving in fast.

Hurricane...since when?

Originally they projected it to skim the coast with nothing but heavy rains, thinking it would hit the panhandle with force. But you know how fickle these things are, it's turning towards land now...hard and fast. If the UC isn't ready to roll out soon they'll have to wait it out. And since we are just beginning to notice heavy bike traffic, it makes sense to assume they won't be ready in time to out run the weather.

The hurricane is that big?

Massive. Which makes it so doubtful they will attempt to head inland after the next hour or so passes. There's too many for them to find a port-in-a-storm to hole up in. On top of that, who would be stupid enough to start a war riding motorcycles in a hurricane?

So you think they are waiting until more arrive?

Yep, and I assure you the minute we see any indication they are moving out, you'll be the first to know.

This could buy us time to get everyone settled in.

Exactly, is there anything I can do to help?

We'll, since you asked sheriff, you could rob a paper mill for me. Strangler mused.

What would you be needing from them? the puzzled sheriff responded in jest, You planning to beat 'em to death with a case of legal pads? 

I've got an entire army of assholes on the way to my clubhouse Bob, this will require a shitload of ass- wipes, don'tcha think?

The sheriff roared on the other end of the line, laughing so hard he started to wheeze between words, Man...if keeping...your ass clean...is your biggest issue...right now...I'm thinking...you guys are...gonna make it...just fine. catching his breath, he added, I'll see what I can do.

Mac walked in the office as Strangler was hanging up. He was out of breath, wearing a troubled look. Strangler didn't want the girls to be alarmed and it was obvious that Mac had rushed down from the roof with important news.

Della, best get busy in the kitchen and you girls need to go get ready to sling some whiskey. he said, dismissing the women, Have a seat Mac, what's wrong?

Just came from the roof Prez, we spotted a chopper. It came in quick and for a couple of tense minutes it hovered directly overhead. Using the sight on my rifle I could see someone with a long angle camera but no firearms pointing at us. Looks like they wanted an aerial view to determine the battlefield.

We knew it was coming. Strangler said without flinching, All we can do is be prepared. The UC is gathering on the West Coast, hundreds of them still coming in. Once they organize, they'll head this way, but there's a huge storm in the Gulf and right now they are under severe hurricane warnings.

So the countdown has begun?

They'll either pull out soon or be stuck where they are for a minute.

So, we remain in limbo.

Exactly. The question now is, who's gonna get here first? Strangler stood up, stretched his long frame and headed for the door,  Gotta go to the armory, walk with me.

Entering the bar they were just in time to see a pissed off Serenity throw an empty coffee can across the bar. It was aimed directly at Samson's head. With an ease that comes with experience the new  VP ducked below bar level. The can whizzed harmlessly through the air, exactly where his head had been a split second before. Strangler put his arm out in front of Mac, stopping him in his tracks without saying a word. This was normal activity between these two and he was happy to see them interacting again.

Fuck you bitch. Samson scowled, raising back up to eye level, That's not what I meant, and I'll be damned if I'm gong to put up with you throwing shit at me again! Effortlessly, strong arms propelled him forward as he jumped over the bar and grabbed Serenity by the arm just as she was picking up an ashtray to launch in his direction. Wrestling it from her grip, it dropped to the floor as he placed her in a headlock refusing to let her go until she settled down. Between clenched teeth he explained to her that she had misunderstood and repeated his original statement.

I said, you look ready for a hot date. I did not say, you've put on a lot of weight. Now chill the fuck out!

Oh! Serenity giggled, tucking herself back into her low-cut top after she stopped squirming, My bad. Now let me go or the next thing I toss at your head will be a fucking keg!

Not until you have assured me that you can and will control yourself. Samson challenged, I won't be so gentle next time, assbite. Woman, you really need to address this adolecent need to throw shit! We're grown-ups now for fucks sake, get a grip.

I told you...I'm sorry, Serenity yelled, still unable to move, Let go! 

You did not say, I'm sorry. he said calmly, You said, 'My bad'. Now, are you done?

Done. she advised through clenched teeth, Promise. Let go!

Samson relaxed his grip and stepped back watching closely in the event she didn't hold to her word. Her eyes told him she was being truthful. Strangler could see it too, so without a word to either of them he continued on his way. Several minutes later he was chuckling to himself as he gathered firearms, ammo and holsters from the armory, leaving Mac to gather the larger weapons.

I need to post a guard here. Strangler mumbled, as he locked the armory on their way out, And another near the secret chamber entrance. Can't afford to forget that.

Got it. Mac said, Soon as Twitch gets back, I'll let him know. Consider it off your plate. Strangler's cell went off again, this time it was a call from Moby.

Speak. Strangler instructed the caller, Yeah, that'll work. ending the call, he turned towards Mac. We'll use the mechanic's garage, equipment barn, sawmill and the concrete plant to house as many bikes as we can.

Sounds good.

Did you speak to your contact with the Supporters?

We're gonna loose some, they fear the MCs.

They stopped at the bar to give the girls their new accessories, but they were gone. A moment later the three of them appeared, each wearing a pair of black, freshly cut cheek-peekers. Serenity wore a black lace halter tied in the front, Lee had on a white wife-beater knotted in the back and Mavis had donned a black and white zebra stripe tube-top. All three showing off ample cleavage and belly buttons.

Wow and fucking wow! exclaimed Strangler, pleased with their efforts.

Damn Mavis you look good enough to eat, honey! Mac said, admiring his wife's change of clothing.

We'll, Serenity crooned, You said, make 'em happy. If tits, tats and ass is what they want to see, we are gonna take your advice and have fun with it!

Strangler noticed the discomfort Lee was experiencing in her new get-up, and for Serenity's sake alone, he offered her an easy out. 

You don't have to dress this way, Lee. That isn't what I meant, exactly. It would be fine if you just put on some regular shorts and maybe a tight t-shirt or something.

I'm good, sometimes you just have to suck it up and go with the flow. Her reply