Page 40 of Nanny For Biker Wolf Daddy

The rival gang members looked at each other and then back at the Griffins.

“Get the fuck off of me,” Blackjack said.

Sebastian, whose knee was on the other man’s chest said, “Say please.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s not very nice.” Sebastian laughed.

The Silver Fangs looked at their leader on the ground and then back at the Griffins. They were clearly outnumbered and likely outmatched. They walked back to their motorcycles.

Sebastian let Blackjack up.

“You’d better watch your back,” he growled.

“Anytime you want to fight let me know, unless, of course, you are going to be a coward who comes at me from behind – in which case, I will still take you down,” Sebastian said.

Blackjack spit on the ground near Sebastian’s boot and stalked back to his motorcycle. The group took off with their tails tucked between their legs.

“They sure know how to ruin a good day,” one of the Griffins said.

“Why? They didn’t take anything away from me. I won’t let a bunch of idiots ruin my day,” Rory said. “I intend to finish our ride and enjoy doing it.”

Everyone looked at each other and nodded. They got back onto their bikes and continued their ride.

Rory couldn’t help but worry about the trouble that the Silver Fangs might cause in the future, especially if they managed to catch a couple Griffins off guard and outnumber them. Then, he shook his head and told himself, “Practice what you preach. Enjoy the ride.”

He was tired by the time that he got back in town but decided to make a quick stop. The motorcycle shop was closed, but a quick phone call persuaded the owner to open the doors just for him.

“Sorry to bother you so late, Frank. My kids are asking for horses and motorcycles,” Rory said.

“I can help with one of those but not with the other…unless you count horsepower,” Frank said. “And don’t worry about it. You know I was here.”

“Considering that you live in the apartment above your shop, I had an idea that you would be home. You really need to join the Griffins. We had a great ride today,” Rory said.

“Maybe soon. I’m supposed to be getting a prosthetic leg soon. It will make it easier to maneuver everything. Meanwhile, I’ll just live vicariously through you guys. So, what about those bikes?”

“They are still little, so I was just thinking maybe a little eighty CC Kawasaki for each of them. One blue and one green. Cheaper and easier to maintain,” Rory said.

“Lower to the ground and don’t move as fast and unpredictably as a horse,” Frank said.

“Unless you unintentionally pull the hand brake.” Rory laughed.

He put in the order and paid for the motorcycles. Rory hung around and gabbed with the old-timer for a while. He knew that Frank got lonely and enjoyed the company.

When he got back to the house it was quiet. He figured the pups were already in bed. Savvy wasn’t out back so he took a chance that she might be in the library.

Just go to bed. Leave her alone.

He ignored his advice and headed into the library. She was curled up on the sofa in the library, engrossed in a book. A purplish dragonfly was perched on her shoulder as though the insect was reading along with Savvy.

She must have sensed that she wasn’t alone anymore because she looked up at him and smiled.

“Who’s your friend?”

“She wandered into the house and perched on my shoulder. Dragonflies are good luck so I let it hang out with me. I’ll help her get back outside later.”

“I’ve always liked dragonflies. There’s something majestic about them,” Rory said.

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