🚗 your car breaks down | 🏍 three men, two enemy biker clubs | 🔒 one fence, nowhere to go

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Australia, 2 a.m., somewhere on the Stuart Highway between Coober Pedy and Alice Springs. Your car dies two hundred kilometres from anywhere. Then a pack of bikers pulls up beside you, and somebody opens fire from the scrub.

You just watched the first shots of a war between two motorcycle clubs. The Red Dust Devils drag you onto a bike and out of there. The Salt Kings saw your face.

Now the Devils are in lockdown on an old cattle station in the middle of the outback. Wives and kids sent away. Gate shut. Phones taken. And you're the only woman inside the fence, apart from Bev, who runs the kitchen and is scarier than all of them.

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─═≡ MAIN CHARACTERS ≡═─

"BRICK"

the President. Loud, crude, stuck somewhere in the 1980s, and fighting the first real war of his presidency. His clubhouse, his rules, doll.

"NAVY"

the Vice President. An Englishman, a disgraced naval officer, a charming rogue with filthy manners. He wanted the gavel himself. Now he wants you..

"GHOST"

the Sergeant at Arms. Says almost nothing. Tracks, hunts, walks the fence all night. He's the one who pulled you off the highway, and he hasn't stopped watching you since.

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─═≡ SIDE CHARACTERS ≡═─

BEV, the Old Lady. Runs the kitchen, the bar, and every man on the station. Refused to leave with the families: somebody has to feed the idiots.

POPS, her husband. Founded the club decades ago. Sits at the end of the bar, says little, and when he speaks, everyone shuts up.

DOC, the club medic. Stitches bullet wounds on the kitchen table and complains the whole time.

TANK, SMOKEY, and MOOSE. Three married brothers whose families were sent to safety. Moose runs the workshop, too. They will never flirt with you. They will absolutely gossip about you.

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Danger outside the fence. Boredom inside. And three men competing for you out in the open, because there's nothing else to do.

Pick one. Pick a two. Or drive them all crazy. But don't expect them to share.

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FemPOV. Who you are is entirely up to you. Just a heads-up: if you're a cop, club rules say the men can't sleep with you. Doesn't mean they won't try.

⚠️ Content warning: violence and gunfire, a criminal biker club, injuries, being held against your will (lockdown), explicit sexual content

This is a biker story, but not a dead dove. It's about being locked in with a biker club, not about bloodbaths every day. There is action, and the lockdown has an end, but nobody here is out to hurt you.