The Halo Lodge 2: Halo Lodge, #2

By Ryder Dane

The ladies of Halo Lodge are getting out of hand, and Hilda is too busy to play nursemaid this time. It would serve them right if she ran away from her home and the responsibilities that she had vowed to take on years before.

Tough love would be hard for her to use, but she would if she had to. Her newest enterprise was a benefit to the community, but some people weren't ready to be open to new ideas. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vinvatar Publishing
• Release date: Dec 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781635810479

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The Halo Lodge 2

Halo Lodge, Volume 2

Ryder Dane

Published by Vinvatar Publishing, 2017.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE HALO LODGE 2

First edition. December 12, 2017.

Copyright © 2017 Ryder Dane.

ISBN: 978-1635810479

Written by Ryder Dane.

This Work is fiction.  All organizations, events, and characters named or referenced in this work are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. 

ISBN-10# 1-63581-047-7

ISBN-13# 978-1-63581-047-9

© Copyright 2017 Ryder Dane

Edited by Vinvatar Publishing

All Rights Reserved

No part of this work can be used or reproduced without written permission.

Artwork by Vinvatar Designs

Published by Vinvatar Publishing

Website: Vinvatar.com

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Ryder Dane

The Halo Lodge

2

By Ryder Dane

Chapter 1

Friendly listened to Tred’s idea of women’s lib, and how he was all for women’s rights to be free and easy with their bodies when the mood hit.  In other words, he was attempting to talk her into having sex with him. 

The man was stupid.  He was not the handsome lothario that he considered himself to be, even if he was fairly tall and had a decent body.  She was not interested.  His continued pitch to her inner womanly needs was sending her temper into overdrive, and she took the half empty glass from the spot in front of him, saying.

And that’s enough for you. Time for you to call whoever you have as a designated driver and leave the building.  She poured out the liquid into the sink and bent down to drop the glass into a crate under the counter.

His next mistake was to slam his fist down on the bar and call her names.  I paid for that beer you fuckin’ cunt.  You think that me offering to let you suck my dick means I’ve had too damned much to drink?  Fuck you.  Fuck you and that blonde haired snatch too.

Tred was waving his arm in the air to emphasize the seriousness of his complaint.  I come in here, spend my hard earned money, and you try to act all high and classy assed.  Well, you should know that you were not my first choice, but since she’s not here, you would’ve made a decent substitute.  Those big lips look like they’d wrap around a cock nice and tight.

He pointed at her and nodded his head.  I’ll give you one last chance, you can blow me, or we can fuck.  I’m game for anything tonight.  You’ve heard about me I’m sure.  Women fight over the chance to climb into bed with me.  I’m in the mood to make you happy to be a whore tonight.

Three couples were sitting at nearby tables, and Friendly could see that they were making no effort to hide their interest in Tred’s fantasy sex exploits.  She looked down at the short wooden club, but decided against using it, due to the whole too many witness’s thing.  Too bad that she couldn’t just shoot the bastard and be done with his weekly visits to the lodge, sniffing for a clean hole to slide inside of. 

In her opinion, the man was a slug.  He had no respect for women, but on the other hand he never pretended to.  Even when he was horny, Tred made it clear that he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, or an old lady.  She gave a mental shrug.  He was still scum, no matter how she looked at him. 

She also suspected that he was also the asshole that had fathered the baby that May was five months pregnant with.  He was also the dumb asshole that had fathered the baby that June was now close to two months pregnant with.  Hearing him talk about the blonde being his favorite made her wonder which one of the beautiful Hispanic women he was talking about. 

Since Hilda was the only other blonde that he might have come into contact with, she knew that he had to be talking about May or June.  Hilda wouldn’t let this moron come within five feet of her with a million dollar check and a bleached dick.  She would shoot him, and Friendly would help her bury the body if she was given the privilege.

Unless Friendly was mistaken in her own conclusions, May and June had decided to get pregnant and have children without the influence or interference of the man who had fathered the kids.  The plan was a good one for women that had been used and abused by former lovers. 

They could well afford to raise a child or two.  With what they earned as the cooks and general cleaning women on the main floor, they could move away from the farm and buy a home of their own.  It was doubtful that they would do that though.  Hilda had said several times that she was happy to have the huge old mansion’s rooms filled with laughter and warm bodies.  The few ghosts that haunted the old house stayed quiet when the house occupants filled the place with happiness.

She had also made the remark that it was a shame that none of the laughter came from children.  She was right, and Friendly could feel her ovaries speed up thinking about a child of hers laughing as they ran through the house or the huge yard.  Children climbing the fruit trees, just to hang by their knees upside down…

It was an unspoken wish for many of the farmhouse occupants.  Having a happy family life with children, and no worry about a man swinging his dick around, ordering her to her knees when he was home.  That was the fantasy.  May and June seemed to have the same dreams.  They weren’t telling anyone who the fathers of their babies were, but Friendly knew that she had it figured out right.  Especially now.

May came out of the kitchen door behind Tred, and her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and she skedaddled back into the room that she had just left.  Within seconds, June stuck her curly blonde head around the doorframe, and the almost identical expression on her face would have been comical if Friendly hadn’t already concluded that the babies’ daddy was standing in front of her.

She owed nothing to Tred, but she did owe her loyalty to the women that she considered friends, so she told him to leave and not come back.  He stood three feet back from the bar and folded his arms over his chest and demanded that she summon Hilda.

I want the head honcho, it ain’t no never mind how long it’ll take, get her out from under whatever fucker she’s entertainin’, I don’t have to leave this establishment on your say so.  He nodded his head and began tapping his foot.

Friendly looked at the interested witness’s, and wished for the third time that they were gone.

Okay, Tred, you want to play hard ball?  She nodded at him, smiled with her lip curled up on the right side, and reached for the telephone.  He looked puzzled, until he heard her telling someone.  This is the night manager at the Halo Lodge. Yes, we have a man that has had his limit of alcoholic beverages and is refusing to leave.

She held the receiver down from her face, and asked him, Will you please leave the premises?  His response of Fuck you, bitch. Gave credence to her call, and she hung up the phone.  The dispatch operator had been Linda Ickley, she was one of the holier than thou Bible thumpers that had tried several times to shut the lodge down. 

Now she had even more reason to be pissed at Tred.  He had forced her to use the last resort available to her to get him off of the property legally, and that call might come back to bite Hilda on the ass.  Those good ladies of the church would be eager to bring the call to the county board’s attention at the next meeting. 

For that alone, he would be banned from the premises.  Coupled with the small secrets that the blonde co-conspirators carried in their bodies, the man was burnt toast.  The saddest part of that fate was if she told him what was heading his way, he would try to talk fate into giving him a blow job. 

That knowledge gave her a reason to shake her head and look toward the door.  It was beginning to appear as if Linda hadn’t bothered to dispatch a cop after all.  Tred was still running his mouth, and every few seconds the kitchen door would crack open, and brown eyes would appear, only to disappear as quickly.

One of the couples stood up and headed for the cash register close to the door, and Friendly followed them down the serving side of the bar.  She apologized for the disruption of their meal and they didn’t bother to say anything.  The looks that were sent her way showed the discomfort that they obviously felt.

Friendly had tried to be nice, but when the other couples stood up and put on their jackets, she was done with nice.  She dealt with their bills and wished them a good evening with a smile plastered on her face.  Once they left the building, she reached under the bar and grasped the weighted club in her hand.  It was a baseball bat that had been cut short, and had the end drilled out, so someone could melt lead down into the hole.  The grip was wrapped in electrical tape for a firm grasp.

Tred was standing on the bottom rungs of the barstool, trying to reach the beer flippers, to draw himself a draft beer.  He saw her straighten up with the club in her hand, but made the mistake of believing that she would not follow through.  The dumb ass actually taunted her by telling her to go fuck herself.

You ain’t nobody to be tellin’ me that I gotta leave.  I’ll bring the brothers’ back with me, and we’ll tear this place down to the fuckin’ studs if you keep playin’ at being all coy an shit.  We own this town, bitch, don’t you forget it.

He fell onto his stomach on the lip of the bar, and she swung the bat at his head at the same time.  She missed his head, but nailed the arm with the glass in it and the glass shattered, about the same time that he started howling.  She didn’t hesitate to bring the club backwards towards the side of his head, and he rolled as the weighted wood kissed the side of his ear.

Friendly didn’t scream, she didn’t allow frustration from the misses with her weapon.  She advanced towards him with the club ready to swing and hit him as hard as she could.  The voice that spoke behind her asked if she planned to hurt him.  She nodded her head and answered yes to Hilda’s mild inquiry.  If the boss lady was in her position, she would have shot good old Tred instead of playing with him.

She swung again and this time she hit pay-dirt.  The club connected with the back of the idiot’s head, and the satisfying thud of his forehead connecting with the hard wood of the bar made her smile.  She reached for the bar rag and wiped the club before replacing it under the bar.

She turned to see Hilda propped up in the door frame leading into her office.  She hadn’t known that the beautiful blonde was in there, but the knowledge would not have changed her actions.  Hilda knew that Friendly held a big hate for men that treated women like he had a right to order them around.

The screech coming from the kitchen, and the thump of the swinging service door hitting the rubber protector ring on the wall, made her raise her eyes to the ceiling, and sigh.  The kitchen gremlins were panicking.  Hilda placed her hand on Friendly’s arm, and urged her to walk into the office with her.  It was a welcome gesture, considering that May’s blubbering screams would wake the dead, and probably the fool that still lay on his stomach across the bar.

*****

Friendly shut the door behind them, and rested her head backwards on the heavy wood.  I swear, those two need their heads examined.  What were they thinking to get themselves knocked up by that asshole?  I finally figured it out.  She straightened and walked over to the thick armchair in front of Hilda’s desk.

I guess that I’m late to the party here.  I finally saw the connection tonight when they kept peeking around the door like a couple of teenagers stalking their first crush.  I remembered those two hatching plans that I thought were just fantasy.  They want kids, but neither of them want to have a man telling them what to do, or abuse them again.  She wiped her hand down her face and yawned.

Tred told me that he wanted the blonde, but since she wasn’t here, I would do.  I wonder if that ignorant bastard realizes that there are two blondes, and that he is going to be a daddy.  She couldn’t help it.  She started to laugh, and she heard Hilda laugh with her.  When Hilda explained how she found out, she laughed harder.  Not because the tale was so funny, it was funny, but she needed to release some pent up emotion, and laughing was better than crying any fucking day.

Hilda nodded, she knew that Friendly had almost crossed a line tonight.  Had that club connected with Tred’s temple, it might have killed him.  There was nothing to indicate that the stunning brunette cared if she’d killed him or not.  It was a shame that Friendly hadn’t had a normal day in her life.  Progress was slow with her, but at least she now smiled and even told a funny joke now and then.

Friendly was the sweetest woman that Hilda had ever met, but she was also a woman with no remorse or guilt.  She had been raised to ignore pain and remain stoic under any circumstances.  She carried scars and they were deep ones.  Like herself, Friendly needed someone with the ability to love her for her strength, ability to love, and loyalty. 

Hilda prayed that such men existed.  She had been waiting for one of the species for herself too. 

She waited Friendly’s laughter out, and then she called Trencher’s cell phone.  At one time Trencher might have been on that list of desirable mates for women like her or Friendly.  The problem with Trencher, well, he failed almost every test of loyalty and capability to embrace love.  He loved the MC, Thor’s Legion.  It commanded his loyalty and if he could love something, the club was his family, and his bike was his mistress.  He didn’t need a woman on a permanent basis.

He answered on the forth ring, and Hilda wasted no time on being nice.  Your boy Tred is here, and he needs his daddy to come get him.  She pushed the red button on her cell phone and sat back in the comfortable chair.

He sounded a little out of breath.  My money says that he was enjoying a blowjob before he answered the phone.  She grinned, and the women reached over the desk to high five one another.  She pulled her planner over from the corner of the desk and flipped through a few pages.  I need to go over some things with you, since I will be gone most of tomorrow.  I should be back, but it will be later in the day.

Hilda was going to pull her friend Heaven out of another bad decision.  Friendly had a hard time wrapping her head around that.  As far as she knew, Heaven had a talent for picking the wrong men to play her games with, and Hilda was usually the one to step in and shelter the former debutant.  Not that it was any of Friendly’s business.  Women like Heaven rarely took responsibility for their own actions.  They also seemed to expect a stronger person to pick up the pieces of their lives, glue them back together, and let them go out into the world once again.

It was a damned shame that Heaven still hadn’t learned to take care of herself after so many years of repeating her mistakes.  Friendly had been the first of the women to come to the farmhouse.  She had seen over twenty abused women slowly regain their self worth, and most of them left believing that they were indeed entitled to being treated with love and respect. 

Several of them had found the Holy Grail, loving men that treasured them.  Trixie was her best friend and she appeared to have found true love.  It gave Friendly hope for her own future life.  Right now, she would settle for a good uncomplicated fuck.  Since there was no one on her radar, she would move along with her life.

By the time the women finished discussing tomorrow’s business dealings, and they’d sync’d their schedules, the glasses of wine Hilda had poured for them were empty.  Friendly used the tablet that Hilda handed her to record the schedule.  Hilda preferred to have her information on both her cell phone and handwritten in her day planner.  It was old fashioned, but it worked best for her needs.

They could hear the roar of motorcycles and exchanged looks of understanding.  Thor’s Legion had arrived.  There was no reason to rush to the arrival of the big men.  Hilda poured a half a glass of wine in their glasses.

They will not be happy to see Tred with a lump on his head, but he has been getting out of hand.  I’ve heard from Trixie and she said that he is close to being turned out of the club.  According to Krom, Tred stays drunk when he’s not at work.  This behavior has been going on for several months now and the only reason that no one has put him up for being removed from the club is that Trencher and Snort feel sorry for him.  That’s all Trixie could find out.

Friendly nodded and shrugged.  He hasn’t acted out like this around me before.  It’s why I called the police first.  That bitch Linda Ickley was working in dispatch tonight, the cops never showed up.  We had customers and they hightailed it out of here because he wouldn’t shut up.  I took matters into my own hands.

The pounding on the office door stopped after four knocks and the women drained their glasses.  It was showtime, and Trencher was not going to be happy, not at all.  Hilda had made up her mind, and it would take a better man than Trencher to get her to change it.

She opened the door and watched Trencher filling a clear beer mug from the tap.  He looked good from this angle too.  Damn man.  All of that sexy and the personality of a rabid wolverine.  It was a damned shame, but the world was made up of disappointments, and the handsome biker was one of them.

She decided to take control of the situation before any new problems arose.  She walked over to Trencher and took the beer from his fingers.  Go around to the other side, you are not allowed behind the bar and you know it.  He scowled at her and she scowled back.  She was not backing down.  Trencher rolled his eyes and walked through the lifted counter, turned, and dropped the wide slab of wood down, before strolling to the furthest barstool and sitting his tight ass down.

He rapped his knuckles on the bar and lifted that hand to curl the first finger towards her, indicating that he wanted his beer brought to him.  You called me, interrupted something important, and now you’re giving me grief about where I’m standing to drink a damned beer.

She was not going to let him off easy.  Important business?  Don’t you mean that you were having your cock sucked by some passaround with mouth sores and a prescription for penicillin in her purse?  As far as calling you when your boys fuck up, I can cure that problem right now.

She pointed to where Tred was now sitting with two of the Legion’s members.  He is banned from the Lodge for life.  Don’t bother trying to make excuses for his actions tonight.  He reached to put his hands on Friendly, after being told no more than once.  Trencher drew in a deep breath and exhaled.  She wasn’t finished with him.

For the next three months, none of your guys are allowed in here without you, Snort, or Krom.  We already have the good church ladies trying to get us shut down, we’re now getting threats to bring your club here to tear the place down.  You guys think that it’s fine to bully people around, because you look and sometimes act scary.  She leaned over the bar and propped herself with spread arms palms down on the bar.

"You boys want to tear Halo Lodge down, burn it down, or destroy it in any way, there will be consequences.  My girls haven’t done one damned thing cross wise to your club, but the threats are easy for you to make.  Pushing a bunch of women around is sport to you, and your brothers.

I told you before, and I’m telling you for the last time.  Straighten them out, or stay away.  Your choice, but we are done accepting the verbal abuse and threats.

Trencher frowned and looked at the occupants at the table where Tred was still slumped over.  He looked at Friendly standing behind Hilda, and to the right, as if she expected him to attack Hilda.  Something wasn’t right.  No one had mentioned doing damage to the lodge or it’s denizens.  There wasn’t a man in the group that had not been here at one time or the other.  Even the married ones brought their women here for seafood on Friday nights.

He told her so.  Woman, as far as I know there isn’t one man in the club that would lift a finger to cause hurt to you, the women that work here, or the Lodge.  For crissakes Hilda, we aren’t what anyone would accuse of being gentlemen, but we don’t shoot a load over terrorizing women.  You and every business in this town are considered part of the family, at least most folks are.  There are a few dozen that we might turn our backs to if they fell off a cliff.

She shook her head, and pointed towards the problem biker.  He is the one that told Friendly that he would be bringing the club back here to tear the place down.  He is one of yours and isn’t he one of your officers?  It’s a credible threat as far as I’m concerned.

We’ll take care of Tred, but if you get a name, or anything to indicate who else is making the threats, give me a call.  We’ll take care of it for you.  He nodded at her and shifted his