Free The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox

in, hand in hand with Trenton.
    “Do those bikes belong to Riggers?” asked Jennifer.
    “They do,” he answered. “Those guys worked for Brill and you’ve fired them, so it makes no sense that they would even be here unless he asked them to be. He must feel vulnerable,” said Trenton.
    “Small men usually do,” remarked Danny.
    Most of the crowd was at the bar so they were able to get tables. But as soon as they entered the bar, Jennifer felt the tension.
    As soon as someone began to order, a Rigger seated at the bar shouted, “Ah, we don’t serve little girls here. You all will have to run along.”
    Trenton and Danny smiled. It wasn’t a good sign that someone was picking a fight with them, but Jennifer could not help but be taken with how handsome the guys were. Their smiles so bright against their sun colored skin.
    “Why, I think he means us,” said Danny.
    He always seemed to have a smile on his face anyway. He was a good spirited man, thought Jennifer. She glanced at his build. He and Trenton had amazing musculature. His muscles were hardly contained in his T-shirt. She could see his every definition. His biceps exploded from the short sleeves. His hair fell in shaggy array around his handsome face. He always seemed good-natured, even if the situation was about to turn rowdy.
    Which it felt like it was about to do.
    They disregarded the remark and continued with their order. But it started up again.
    “Hey,” called the biker. “You take their order at your own risk.”
    The Ghosts of the Prairie all rose to their feet. A couple of women with them, Jennifer included, huddled in their seats.
    “Don’t you threaten this woman who is only doing her job,” said Danny.
    “Well, this woman is my woman and I am telling her not to serve you,” said the biker.
    The woman looked terrified. She also looked like she wanted to go ahead and serve. She didn’t look like she wanted to do whatever the other biker was telling her to do.
    One of the Ghosts of the Prairie stood up. “Don’t worry about him,” he said. “Do what you need to do. We’ll take care of you.”
    “Thank you Foley,” said Danny. “Dude, you either sit down and drink your drink and leave us alone, or be taught a lesson. Choice is yours.”
    Jennifer eyeballed the biker, Foley, and thought he was pretty cute. And that he was super sweet to come to the waitress’s rescue. It was obvious from the looks of the waitress that she thought so too.
    They all placed their orders. But right in the middle of the peace, part of a hamburger sailed through the air and hit the back of one of the Ghosts. They all looked the way of the Riggers clustered together.
    “We already told you to mind your manners,” said Danny. “Now we are going to teach them to you. It’s on.”
    The other women in the group, including the waitress, scattered. She felt the very firm hands of Trenton Gillis on her hips, speed walking her away from the brawl through the kitchen, out the back door of the bar. Jennifer’s heart raced like crazy because she heard thuds of fists hitting bodies and glass breaking.
    “Trenton?” she asked.
    “It’ll be okay baby. Stay put,” he said before disappearing.
    But she didn’t stay put. Jennifer walked around the building trying to find a signal. She thought it was time she took a moment to check in with the company. She knew the place didn’t just run itself and she had been out of pocket.
    Her phone finally registered a few bars. She was able to call the woman who had been Brill’s assistant. Even outside, it was a little difficult hearing. She huddled in over the phone making her repeat everything.
    The racket from the sparring inside the bar was ridiculous. It was a wonder sirens couldn’t be heard screaming down the road. She spied inside the window, and sure enough, they were going at it. She shrank back when the first man was ejected through the front door. It was a Rigger thrown out by a Ghost.
    “I am so sorry,”