by Debra Kayn
Fighting To Ride
Table of Contents
Title Page
To my readers
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
THE END
Author Bio
To my readers
As most of you know from following me around on social media, my family moved to the panhandle of Idaho less than a year ago. As the first four books of the Bantorus MC was set in the fictional town of Pitnam, close to where we used to live, I thought a change was due not only for me, but for the series too. So, I had Bantorus MC start a charter club in the fictional town of Federal, Idaho...because I'm keeping it real. There's a slight time lapse, because this book is about Kurt and he was a teenager in Grasping For Freedom. Don't worry, his story picks up easily from the last book, and you'll enjoy the exciting and sexy times of the Bantorus MC characters you've come to expect. Moreover, there are new characters introduced to you in Fighting To Ride that I hope will grab your heart as much as they have mine.
Acknowledgements
Mary Orr — In a popular Facebook contest to name one of the characters in Fighting To Ride, you were the winner with the chosen name of CUTTER. I hope you find Cutter mysterious and adorable, because I have plans for him and they are hot!
Molly B'Damn — Upon arriving to my new home in Idaho, I heard the story about a young prostitute by the name of Molly B'Damn. Molly came to Idaho, saved lives, supported the community, and was honored as a hero upon her death many, many years ago. Her stories are still alive today about how she'd set a bathtub in the middle of the street and allow miners to drop their precious silver in the bathwater for a chance to scrub her back...and many other things. Those kinds of stories are meant to be passed on.
Dedication
Wheels
Because of you, these books are never-ending.
You and me. For a lifetime.
CSC
It's a lifestyle. It's an attitude. It's badassery at its best.
Miranda, Luke, Jake, Jimmy
The best gift to give is love.
Wishbone
R.I.P
Chapter One
Two flashing sheriff patrol cars blocked each end of Cedar Street. Kurt Ramchett rode his Harley Davidson between the government vehicles and parked in front of the Sterling Building. He eyed the crowd gathered in the street as he put his feet to the asphalt and pushed the motorcycle backward to park against the curb. The last thing he expected upon arriving in Federal was a police presence.
The rest of the Bantorus MC members of the new Federal charter followed suit and parked their bikes against the sidewalk, in one neat line. Kurt flicked his hand low, letting them all know to stand back until he found out what was going on. He'd purchased the historical building years ago to use when he brought the Bantorus MC, Federal charter, into Idaho.
That day had finally arrived, and he needed to crash.
What he didn't need was to deal with a crowd of strangers or his biker's that were too tired to put up with any bull shit. He caught German's gaze and sighed.
German, all five foot ten inches and a solid two hundred and fifty pounds, lumbered off his motorcycle and held out a stubbed joint to light. Kurt fingered his hair off his face. "Put it away, Germ. You're not in Pitnam anymore and if you haven't noticed, we're thick with badges."
A male voice came over the loud speaker directing the crowd to stay on the sidewalks until notified. Kurt spotted the sheriff headed in his direction and strode across the street. The pressed blue uniform looked out of place, since the last time he'd come face to face with the sheriff, he went by the name Colby and wore a flannel shirt and jeans.
"Sheriff," he said, stopping the sheriff from approaching his men. "What can we do to shut off the spot lights and get a little privacy?"
Sheriff Colby, about Kurt's size of six foot two inches, peered up and down the street before meeting Kurt's gaze. "We're here for crowd control. The miners should be arriving any time."
"What did you do, call in the fucking welcome wagon?" Kurt slipped off his gloves and shoved them in his back pocket. "Call them off."
He'd met the sheriff a few times in Pitnam prior to buying the mine property. The last few months, he'd emailed almost daily with Sheriff Colby while working on the paperwork to become a guns dealer within Federal.
"It's not for you or your club." The sheriff took off his hat and swept his blonde hair off his forehead. "It's the monthly show for Silver Girls."
Sheriff Colby motioned to the Sterling Building at the same time voices grew louder, pulling his attention away from Kurt. "I guess it's time for the show to start. Make sure your men stay back, and no touching."
"What the hell does that mean? This is Bantorus MC's building," he said.
The sheriff nodded. "Risa Kohl, the owner of Silver Girls, rents the whole building. She's been in business for at least five or six years."
"The property manager had orders to clear the building prior to us arriving. I informed Leo to swipe the place clean. There's no one renting the building from us any longer. We've been on the road for fourteen hours and need to crash," Kurt said.
"Wasn't Leo in charge of your rental?" Sheriff Colby asked.
Kurt's patience ran out two hours back on Interstate 90. "Yeah."
"You'll be able to ask him your questions tonight. He usually comes and watches the show with all the other men in town." Sheriff Colby hurried toward the crowd, walking away from Kurt. "Ten feet, men. You get too close, and you'll sit in jail tonight and be banned from watching Risa."
Kurt caught Remmy's gaze and lifted his chin, beckoning his Vice President over.
Voices rose in protest over the sheriff's orders. Kurt studied the loud crowd. Men shoved each other and smiles widened as the men garbed in dirty jeans, T-shirts, and black steel-toed boots marched straight toward the building in which Kurt and his men blocked. He made eye contact with Remmy, Ink, and Germ, who in turn motioned for every Bantorus MC member to line the sidewalk.
More people came from the opposite direction, until Kurt lost track of how many men filled the street. There had to be at least two hundred people or more in the crowd. He swept his gaze back across the street in frustration. Make that two hundred or more men.
A gathering was the last thing he wanted tonight when all he could think about was a soft bed and eight uninterrupted hours of sleep.
"Step back and enjoy the show," Sheriff Colby stated to the crowd.
The two spotlights erected on the sidewalk flickered and shutoff. Kurt reached behind him, feeling for his pistol tucked in the back of his jeans, aware of the danger.
"Fuck," Remmy said, motioning for the others to hold their spot.
Kurt searched the crowd, looking for anyone who appeared to have the balls to step forward and challenge the Bantorus members. He gripped his pistol, keeping his arm down at his si
de and ready. Cops or no cops, he'd shot his way out of town and get his men to safety if all hell broke loose. If they had to, he'd lead them to the new clubhouse outside of town and they'd bed down in their sleeping bags.
Soft music shushed the crowd, and the men's movements stilled. Kurt scanned the proximity, looking for the source that had grabbed the men's attention. The sudden shift of energy played on Kurt's worries more than the number of men in the crowd.
All of the men looked toward the building he owned. He glanced over his shoulder, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. A brick wall, flower boxes, and a couple of empty benches on the sidewalk were the only things between him and the building.
A spot light came on, aimed over Kurt's head. Ink smacked his arm. "Jesus, prez, look..."
He followed Ink's gaze to the corner of the building. He pivoted, his hand squeezing the butt of the pistol. Warmth filled his chest at the same time his gut tightened. Nothing prepared him for the sight of a woman—a sexy, hot blonde woman— walking out onto the sidewalk.
The warm summer breeze plastered the sheer, silky robe to the front of the woman. Her high full breasts outlined in the spotlight, left nothing to the imagination. Kurt took a step forward, but Sheriff Colby put his arm out stopping him. The woman strolled past him, taking her sweet time, looking over all the men.
"Watch," the Sheriff said. "She does this every month. It's the highlight for the men in Federal. Risa and her girls bring entertainment and keep the moral high amongst the miners. Hell, Silver Girls is the most popular place in this town."
"Silver Girls?" he said, not taking his gaze of Risa. That was the second time the sheriff mentioned that name.
Sheriff Colby said, "The only entertainment club in the county. We're proud of having them call Federal their home. They do lap dances, conversation, and have better female bodies that put every other strip joint in the state to shame."
He glanced at the sheriff, wondering what kind of illegal compromise Leo got him into when he was supposed to be looking after his interest. The last thing he needed in his building was an illegal prostitution ring.
"Just stand back and enjoy the show." Sheriff Colby wandered off, motioning for the crowd to spread out and give Risa room.
Kurt glanced at Remmy to see if he heard the news. The lines etched around Remmy's mouth told him everything. The management company duped him. If what he suspected was true, and Leo let an adult club rent from him, he'd need to get the girls out of his building, tonight. With Bantorus MC planning to run a legal gun trade in the state of Idaho, the Feds would swoop in on them if they even got a hint of a prostitution ring happening on Bantorus land.
Risa slowly strolled around a few men to the middle of the street, smiling, fluttering her damn eyelashes, stroking egos, and creating hard-ons in her wake. He curled his fingers into his palm.
She slowly circled a white porcelain bathtub sitting out in the street. His neck tensed as his mind automatically went to what she would look like naked in the tub.
"Where the fuck did that come from?" Ink muttered.
Not a normal tub, but a high back, claw footed piece of antique that had to way a ton. He put his attention back on the woman. The situation couldn't get worse. The mix of one nearly naked woman, a crowd bigger than four cops could manage alone, and the stink of men desperate to have a chance at the woman, put Bantorus MC right in the middle of keeping control over the situation. Kurt raised his hand. "Get in front of the crowd and secure the area. Keep everyone in sight."
Without questioning him, his men weaved their way through the throng of men until there was a Bantorus member every ten feet along the perimeter of the spectators. If anything happened, they'd be within reach of protecting the woman should she need help.
Risa, seemingly unaware of his men surrounding her, leaned over and skimmed her fingertips along the surface of the water. Kurt's chest tightened, until he forced a deep breath down him. He tried to blame his reaction on lack of sleep, coming off a ride, and being without a woman for over a week while he prepped for traveling.
The edges of her robe fell open. His cock pulsed in interest, and the rest of his body hardened in anger. He controlled his reaction by shoving the emotions deep within him, until he distanced himself.
No woman should ever give away secrets that a man hadn't earned.
Risa slid her robe off her shoulders and let the material pool at her feet. Kurt shoved his pistol back under the waist of his jeans and kept his hands free. His fingers itched to curl into a fist, while his biceps tensed and had him shaking his arms to stay loose.
With this kind of situation and this crowd, he'd do more damage with his fists, taking them all down, one by one. Besides, everyone's attention was on the show and reaction times slow.
He wasn't immune to the tempting sight of Risa lifting one bare leg over the white porcelain side of the tub, or dribbling water down her body, letting the droplets run over her smooth skin. Her safety came first before he watched for pleasure.
Hell, naked women were in every city, in every bar, and anywhere he parked his Harley. Hangers, the women who hung around motorcycle clubs to ease frustrated bikers, were a part of his life since he was sixteen years old, and began visiting the cabin behind Cactus Cove when the other members were having a meeting.
The crowd pressed forward. Kurt planted his boots, kept his position, and forced the men to stay back. Though the woman was a stranger to him, she was on Bantorus property.
However, Risa wasn't his property. He studied her closer, taking in the shallow gaze and fake smile. She distanced herself from the crowd, and for whatever reason she chose to parade in the street doing a striptease act, she wasn't doing it for enjoyment.
While most of the women he knew enjoyed sex and shared freely, none of them came across as a confident woman in a desperate act. He couldn't figure out if Risa personally appreciated the exhibitionist act or she hated every minute. For that reason alone, he wanted to protect her and put a stop to the show.
Risa gracefully slid down into the tub. He inhaled as she sucked in her stomach and her breasts rose in reaction to the hot water. Letting out his breath, he forced himself to calm down. Covered by water and the sides of the tub, she'd diluted the crowd's view of her sexy body.
For how much he enjoyed looking at her, and in private, he'd want to do a hell of a lot more with her, the men in the crowd hadn't earned the privilege of seeing her naked.
Either had he.
Sheriff Colby walked toward the center of the street and stood beside the bathtub and Risa. "You know the rules, gentleman. Everyone gets one time with Risa, and then you need to head inside to give the next man a chance with her."
A big man on Kurt's left stepped forward. Kurt tensed, but the man only stood beside the tub, spoke a few words to Risa, and received a genuine smile that lit up Risa's face, before lumbering away and into the building.
Before he could figure out what was going on, another man repeated the same steps, received a different smile from Risa—this one came with a soft laugh and a lowering of Risa's gaze— and he too walked into the building. One after another, the men moved forward taking their turn.
The crowd grew thinner. Kurt stepped over to Ink. For how many attended the bizarre erotic show, the men remained quiet and not one of them touched Risa.
"Weirdest thing I've ever seen," Ink muttered. "Our first night in Federal, and we get a fantastic looking chick taking a bath in the middle of the God damn street."
"It's fucked," Stripper said who earned his name from his obsession with naked women. "Looks like a bunch of religious people paying homage to a female God. Where's the women who want to get on their knees in front of me and throw out a few genuine 'oh, Gods' while their mouth is full?"
The last man from the crowd slipped inside his building. Kurt ignored the remarks coming from Bantorus members, and focused on the woman. If he hadn't been paying attention, he would've missed the carefully hidden vulnerability in he
r act.
She'd waited until the last man left her before she inhaled deeply while catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
Risa accepted Sheriff Colby's offered hand and rose out of the water. Limber and graceful, she stood barefooted on the asphalt while the sheriff turned his back. Intrigued, Kurt stepped away from his men and watched her. Whatever Risa and Sheriff Colby had going on, he'd bet his motorcycle the sheriff wasn't getting a piece of ass.
Risa picked up her robe, glanced over at Kurt, and taking her sweet time, slipped her arms into the sleeves. Challenged by her bravery, he walked toward her, only stopping when he was within touching distance.
"If the shows over, how about you go inside and have everyone leave my building," Kurt said. "Make sure you grab your clothes, too."
"Excuse me?" She tilted her head, took him in from head to foot before raising her gaze back to his face. "Colby, do you know what this gentle...man is talking about?"
The sheriff cleared his throat and turned around. "Risa, hon—"
"Leo told me he'd have the place cleaned out and the previous renter would be gone by the time we got here," Kurt said, not giving the sheriff time to butt in to their discussion.
"Leo?" she said, shaking her hair, the wet ends sticking to her shoulders.
He looked her in the eye. "Gone."
She held up her hand. "Wait a minute. Who are you? Why would Leo tell you I was leaving? He signed a contract. I've been here for six years. My lease is good for another year before we renegotiate."
"I'll pay you the lease money back, but we need the building tonight," he said. "I'm sure you can find a room at the motel."
"For what?" She moved to go around him, but he blocked her path. "Excuse me, Mr...."
He lifted his left brow. "Name's Kurt Ramchett. I'm the president of Bantorus Motorcycle Club, Federal Charter and the owner of the Sterling Building."
"Mr. Ramchett, I think you should—"
"Just Kurt." He widened his stance. "I bought the Sterling Building seven years ago. You've been paying your rent to me, through Leo, and I know exactly what your contract says. Now I'm here, and you're supposed to be out. When I talked to Leo last week, he informed me the place would be vacant and clean. Now, I have a group of men standing out on the sidewalk, it's been a long fucking ride across two states, and there's a building full of men that we have no desire to have around. So the sooner you leave, the faster we can get in there, clear the area, and crash."
