Patience: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 1) by Davida Lynn Page A
Authors: Davida Lynn
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at his men. Jameson was back there in the group, still looking a little shaken and beaten from his talk with us a few nights back. None of the Devil’s Branch said anything. Based on their faces, they all seems to be down with the plan.
Captain raised an imaginary glass, “The boys approve, I approve. Just a few notes—Conditions, if you will. One: your territory does not expand for one year after our ten percent comes in. That’s two years from now. Two: all jobs run by us first. We can’t have you guys stealing our jobs and then paying us for it, you understand. And three: at the end of one year, we want a $50,000 bonus.”
I could almost feel the tension building. I knew that the Sons would want nothing to do with this deal. I wanted to tell them about the plan, but Trask said it was best if they didn’t know. He said some of them weren’t the best at keeping their mouths shut. It was hard, but I could understand. I knew Trask would agree to whatever deal they wanted, because it wasn’t going to matter in the long run, anyway. The boys behind me, though; they were almost waiting for a fight to break out. The place was a powder keg; all it would take was a spark.
Without turning around, Trask nodded. “We agree.”
“As simple as that? Got damn, you must be desperate.” Captain slid the briefcase across the picnic table. Trask turned back to me. It was my cue to step forward. As I did, he snapped the latches on either side of the case. I stood over him as he opened it. A manila folder lay inside. Trask handed it to me.
“Carla Landry. Born April 13 th , 1988.” The words barely registered to me. I read them again, this time to myself. Carla Landry. Not Patience, but Carla. 27 years old with a home address in Sacramento. That was me.
There was no epiphany. There was no tsunami of memories washing over my blank mind. I wasn’t expecting it, anymore. I had gotten used to the fact that I was starting over from scratch. Hey, at least I had a name.
Trask elbowed me in the thigh. It startled me back to reality. The reality of two groups of testosterone riddled bikers just itching for one wrong move. “Are we golden?”
I turned back to Thunder. I had a smile so wide I could almost see it on his face, “Solid gold, baby.”
As I walked back to my man, my heart was at full speed. I knew what was coming next, and I hated it. My throat was bleached bone dry, but I tried to swallow, anyway.
I was facing away from Trask and the negotiations when he spoke, “All right boys.” I could almost hear the smile on Trask’s face, “Time for the renegotiations.”
As the president spoke, all of the Rising Sons pulled their weapons.
In the blink of an eye, every Rising Son that brought a gun had it pointed across the benches. I kept walking towards them, telling myself one foot after the other. I was terrified, and all I wanted was to get on the other side of Thunder. There was safety next to my man.
“You rotten motherfuckers. I knew this shit smell bad from the start. If that dumb bitch hadn’t been with your boy, we’d have you by the short and curlies right now, assholes.”
Captain didn’t sound as angry as he did disappointed. He had probably seen the betrayal coming from the very beginning, but that was probably life as an outlaw. When I turned around, I expected to see guns pointing back. It was my worst fear.
When I was beside Thunder, I spun around. To my surprise, every Devil’s Branch member was frozen in place, hands at their sides. It almost worried me more.
Their president had a dry smile on his face, “You really thought we would come all the way out here without a contingency?” He looked around at his men, his laughter spurring theirs to start. The old man turned back, his hands up in the air like he was giving up. Then I noticed his eyes.
They weren’t looking at us; they were looking past us. In a flurry, I turned around, expecting to see Harleys riding up
Captain raised an imaginary glass, “The boys approve, I approve. Just a few notes—Conditions, if you will. One: your territory does not expand for one year after our ten percent comes in. That’s two years from now. Two: all jobs run by us first. We can’t have you guys stealing our jobs and then paying us for it, you understand. And three: at the end of one year, we want a $50,000 bonus.”
I could almost feel the tension building. I knew that the Sons would want nothing to do with this deal. I wanted to tell them about the plan, but Trask said it was best if they didn’t know. He said some of them weren’t the best at keeping their mouths shut. It was hard, but I could understand. I knew Trask would agree to whatever deal they wanted, because it wasn’t going to matter in the long run, anyway. The boys behind me, though; they were almost waiting for a fight to break out. The place was a powder keg; all it would take was a spark.
Without turning around, Trask nodded. “We agree.”
“As simple as that? Got damn, you must be desperate.” Captain slid the briefcase across the picnic table. Trask turned back to me. It was my cue to step forward. As I did, he snapped the latches on either side of the case. I stood over him as he opened it. A manila folder lay inside. Trask handed it to me.
“Carla Landry. Born April 13 th , 1988.” The words barely registered to me. I read them again, this time to myself. Carla Landry. Not Patience, but Carla. 27 years old with a home address in Sacramento. That was me.
There was no epiphany. There was no tsunami of memories washing over my blank mind. I wasn’t expecting it, anymore. I had gotten used to the fact that I was starting over from scratch. Hey, at least I had a name.
Trask elbowed me in the thigh. It startled me back to reality. The reality of two groups of testosterone riddled bikers just itching for one wrong move. “Are we golden?”
I turned back to Thunder. I had a smile so wide I could almost see it on his face, “Solid gold, baby.”
As I walked back to my man, my heart was at full speed. I knew what was coming next, and I hated it. My throat was bleached bone dry, but I tried to swallow, anyway.
I was facing away from Trask and the negotiations when he spoke, “All right boys.” I could almost hear the smile on Trask’s face, “Time for the renegotiations.”
As the president spoke, all of the Rising Sons pulled their weapons.
In the blink of an eye, every Rising Son that brought a gun had it pointed across the benches. I kept walking towards them, telling myself one foot after the other. I was terrified, and all I wanted was to get on the other side of Thunder. There was safety next to my man.
“You rotten motherfuckers. I knew this shit smell bad from the start. If that dumb bitch hadn’t been with your boy, we’d have you by the short and curlies right now, assholes.”
Captain didn’t sound as angry as he did disappointed. He had probably seen the betrayal coming from the very beginning, but that was probably life as an outlaw. When I turned around, I expected to see guns pointing back. It was my worst fear.
When I was beside Thunder, I spun around. To my surprise, every Devil’s Branch member was frozen in place, hands at their sides. It almost worried me more.
Their president had a dry smile on his face, “You really thought we would come all the way out here without a contingency?” He looked around at his men, his laughter spurring theirs to start. The old man turned back, his hands up in the air like he was giving up. Then I noticed his eyes.
They weren’t looking at us; they were looking past us. In a flurry, I turned around, expecting to see Harleys riding up
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