The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox Read Free Book Online

back to earth. The water gently pelted them.
     She invited him into her bed, and they snuggled together the rest of the night.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    The captain of the Ghosts of the Prairie, Danny White Feather, called a meeting of some of the members who happened to be at Devil’s Lake. The Ghosts of the Prairie were local to Parshall a few hours away.  But they had chapters scattered all over Nebraska, and one of their favorite places to spend time away was in Devil’s Lake. Danny was a newlywed, and he and his wife had actually been honeymooning. Trenton had a girlfriend with property in Devil’s Lake.
    The Ghosts gathered around Savannah’s dining room table, drinking coffee and eating granola bars that Savannah threw together. As she placed the plate of them in the center of the table, Foley hooked his giant arm around her hips and drew her to his lap. She knew their relationship was a whirlwind, but none of Foley’s fellow bikers had a bit of judgment. 
    “The shithead Riggers are denying having anything to do with the incident the other day or last night,” said Danny.
    “Bite my ass! If they weren’t Riggers, they sure looked like Riggers,” said Trenton over his coffee. “Someone went out of their way to make it look like them.”
    “Maybe because that’s easy. They have a generally bad reputation,” said Danny. “I’m not a fan, but I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. I’ll listen to what they have to say.”
    “It doesn’t make a lot of sense that that many would be up here,” said Foley. “Something’s not fucking adding up.”
    “Well, you guys are up here,” said Savannah. “Did you say you don’t really live here? Not you, but like the rest of you guys?”
    “Yeah, but Riggers stay where the work is. We are all from here. We’re North Dakota natives. It’s different,” said Foley.
    “Yeah some of us more than others,” Danny teased.
    “Yes, White Feather, we get it,” said Trenton.  “You were here first.”
    Savannah perked up. “You said Riggers were from Parshall.”
    “Yes,” said Danny.
    “My stepmother is living in Parshall,” she said. “I have a strong feeling she’s the one who got them to do this. She’s behind all of this shit, I’m certain.”
    “Let’s find the fuckers. And see if it was Riggers,” said Danny. “We’ll go there. But I was thinking of was to have a meeting with them. A sit-down. I’ve already met with their captain who assures me he knew nothing about what had happened. Now bear in mind, I had to drive back down to Parshall. I surprised him. He was where he was supposed to be, for what that’s worth.”
    Even though the topic was tense, there was something unbelievably soothing and comforting sitting against Foley’s body. Savannah’s insides were calm and at ease. 
    “Do you think he’s telling the truth?” asked Savannah.
    Danny blinked. “The dickhead’s a Rigger, but there is a certain amount of honor. If he was screwing with you, he’d be out with it, is my thinking. He’d tell you straight up why.”
    “Maybe it’s a couple of them. Maybe Carolyn Payton has a Rigger connection, and he’s doing her a favor,” suggested Trenton. 
    “Or worse like Danny said, fakes. Which would not go over well, no matter what club you belong to,” said Foley. “I say we go fucking beat it out of them.”
    “If everyone here is agreeable, I have invited them to Outlaws,” said Danny. They’ll let us have the place for the night. If nothing else, a good time will be had by all.”
    Foley nudged Savannah. “What do you think?”
    “I think it’s a good idea,” she said. “Is the sheriff okay with this? I mean it’s not interfering with an investigation?”
    Trenton answered. “Just having a sit-down. A conversation, that’s all. Very peaceful.”
    “Okay,” she said. “If all hell doesn’t break loose.”
    “Tell you what, someone will talk. And when they do, it will get around.