Free Patience: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 1) by Davida Lynn Page B

took his eyes off the man. “ He’s drunk, but not too drunk. He can still squeal. He’s old, but not too old. He’s probably in the know. My eyes aren’t the best, but I’m pretty sure his patch says he’s the Veep. Little-known fact: the president is usually a figurehead. The vice-president is usually the one to get his hands dirty.”

    After seeing Thunder fight, I wasn’t about to question him. He was strong, and he knew what he was talking about. If Thunder said that was the man, that was the man.

    “What’s the plan?”

      Thunder let out a low, long grunt, “Eh, not really sure the best way to play this one. One way or another, he’s coming with us. We can grab him now and risk his bike sitting around for someone to find. That, or we tail him until we can snatch him.”

    Other than the occasional flash of instinct or intuition, not a single bit of my memory had come back to me. That’s why I even surprised myself when I said, “Or we can grab him now, and I can follow you on his bike.”

    He turned to me. The fake leather seats groaned as he did, only adding to the humorous look on his face, “ You can ride?”

    I probably had a surprised look on my face, too. “I don’t know, actually. I guess so, though.” I tried to search my mind for any memory or knowledge of riding a motorcycle, but nothing came back to me. Somehow, though, it didn’t feel new. I guess it’s true what they say about riding a bicycle.

    Thunder shrugged, “If you say so.” He turned back to the biker who was stumbling past a row of motorcycles. “Let’s wait until he finds his ride, then it’s go time.”

    I nodded and wiped my palms on my jeans. Despite the cool air, I had the nervous sweats. My mind was already picturing the fight. After the brawl in the diner, I knew how brutal things could get. I woke up more than once the night before dreaming of the man I had stabbed.

    Returning to the silence, the two of us watched the man weave his way through the bikes. He stopped in front of one, and at that moment, Thunder reached for the ignition. As the man swung his leg over the bike, my own biker fired up the truck.

    My eyes never left the man. I was sure he would hear the truck and turn around. I feared that more bikers would come out of the bar and blow our cover. The last thing I wanted was another fight.

    Thunder inched the truck forward, and I realized what he was going to do. I grabbed onto the door handle with every bit of my strength. My free hand was shaking until Thunder grabbed it and gave it a squeeze.

    “Ain’t nothing to worry about, baby.”

    I prayed that his words were true, even though I was panicking on the inside. Thunder turns the truck into the gravel lot and blocked the biker in. Just as he fired up his Harley, Thunder leaned over to me.

    “Hope you know what you’re doing.”

    I gave him my best smile, “Me, too. Me, too.”

    Thunder through the truck into park and opened his door. He didn’t bother to stay quiet as he ran around the front of the truck. The veep turned around just in time to see Thunder throw a hard punch across the man’s jaw. My hand came up and covered my mouth. It was so fast and strong; the biker went slack in an instant.

    Thunder through the man over his shoulder and turned to me. “You’re up. Follow me, but if there’s any danger we split up. If we do, head to the Watering Hole in a half hour. Damn, woman, we really need to get you a burner or something.”

    It was almost humorous listening to Thunder talk to me like it was a normal, any day conversation. As he brought up the burner, Thunder turned away from the bed of the truck and drop the man off his shoulders. The unconscious biker landed with a hard thump that shook the truck.

      If I had replied, my voice probably would have squeaked from nerves. I hopped out of the passenger seat and threw my legs over the Harley. It felt familiar. It felt like something I had done before, many times.