Patience: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 1) by Davida Lynn Page B
Authors: Davida Lynn
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behind us. There was nothing but the empty baseball diamonds.
Captain stepped forward, oblivious to the gun in Trask’s hands. “Wanna see a fun party trick?” He unrolled a pack of cigarettes from his T-shirt sleeve. Hamming it up, Captain took a few steps back and tossed the pack into the air.
A crack came from some unknown direction, and a pack of cigarettes turned to torn paper and dust in the air. Everyone except Captain and Trask ducked. Most of the Rising Sons kept their guns trained, but some spun around, looking for the unseen shooter.
As the sound of the gun faded out, Captain’s laughter took over, once again. “That’s what I call an insurance policy. He’s an ex-SEAL, so I wouldn’t push your luck any more than you already have. Now, because you couldn’t play nice, here’s the new terms: twenty percent of everything for two years and one hundred grand at the end of it.” Captain watched Trask, drinking in his victory. “Tell me, Trask, do you really want to try it?”
Through clenched teeth, “What’s that?”
“Taking a swing at me. It’s written all over your face. I wouldn’t recommend it, though. You’ve got some crosshairs on you, Trask Rivers, so move with care. Y’all are new in town, so maybe you don’t know all the tricks of the trade quite yet.”
I stood half-hidden behind Thunder, holding in a scream. The men might have been used to the violence and tension, but I wasn’t. I didn’t know if I wanted to be part of that world. It was harsh and constant.
Trask turned, a smile on his face. He tilted his head for me to join him. It was all part of the plan, but I felt rigid. My feet weren't moving, no matter how much my brain screamed at them. Thunder leaned down, “You’re up, baby. I’ve got your back. I’ve got it here, there, and everywhere.” He whispered so that he and I were the only ones that could hear.
Thunder was my strength. His voice rumbled inside of me and broke whatever fear was holding me tight. The biker lifestyle might not have worked for me, but fuck, Thunder knew me better than I knew myself.
I walked forward. Trask threw an arm around me and pulled me against him. “Real cute, Captain. You think we didn’t come with a backup, too? Our backup is standing right next to me. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t see this one coming. You might be losing your edge, old man.”
Captain’s smile faded, but just a hint. He still thought he had the upper hand. “The fuck you talkin’ about, Rivers?”
“Really? Are you forgetting what she does? Carla is DEA, and Carla is on our side. One word from her and satellites thirty miles up are starin’ at your wrinkly balls. Or maybe she gets your door busted in on suspicion of trafficking.”
The expression on Captain’s face went from pure joy to pure anger. Trask said that the Devil’s Chasers took in most of their cash running coke up the coast. Thunder confirmed that the DB were drug runners. Captain’s look was concrete.
“You kidding? She doesn’t even know her name.”
It was true, but I could hear Captain grasping at straws. I had to step in. “Do you think that is gonna save you? I don’t. I lost my memory, not my deductive skills.” I looked back around to all the Rising Sons standing behind me, “Any one of these guys could call in and put you on the radar, but if I call? If I make the call, you aren’t just on the radar; you’re on every billboard in California, and maybe even the FBI’s top ten most wanted list.” A voice came from inside of me that I hadn’t heard before. It wasn’t Patience. It was Carla.
“You’ve got a sniper? That’s wonderful, really. Very twentieth century, but I’ve got news for you: a phone call is one thousand times more powerful and deadly than a bullet in this century. You know it’s true; you just can’t admit it to yourself.”
Trask had a wide grin on his face. He leaned forward and extended his hands, “So, now that
Captain stepped forward, oblivious to the gun in Trask’s hands. “Wanna see a fun party trick?” He unrolled a pack of cigarettes from his T-shirt sleeve. Hamming it up, Captain took a few steps back and tossed the pack into the air.
A crack came from some unknown direction, and a pack of cigarettes turned to torn paper and dust in the air. Everyone except Captain and Trask ducked. Most of the Rising Sons kept their guns trained, but some spun around, looking for the unseen shooter.
As the sound of the gun faded out, Captain’s laughter took over, once again. “That’s what I call an insurance policy. He’s an ex-SEAL, so I wouldn’t push your luck any more than you already have. Now, because you couldn’t play nice, here’s the new terms: twenty percent of everything for two years and one hundred grand at the end of it.” Captain watched Trask, drinking in his victory. “Tell me, Trask, do you really want to try it?”
Through clenched teeth, “What’s that?”
“Taking a swing at me. It’s written all over your face. I wouldn’t recommend it, though. You’ve got some crosshairs on you, Trask Rivers, so move with care. Y’all are new in town, so maybe you don’t know all the tricks of the trade quite yet.”
I stood half-hidden behind Thunder, holding in a scream. The men might have been used to the violence and tension, but I wasn’t. I didn’t know if I wanted to be part of that world. It was harsh and constant.
Trask turned, a smile on his face. He tilted his head for me to join him. It was all part of the plan, but I felt rigid. My feet weren't moving, no matter how much my brain screamed at them. Thunder leaned down, “You’re up, baby. I’ve got your back. I’ve got it here, there, and everywhere.” He whispered so that he and I were the only ones that could hear.
Thunder was my strength. His voice rumbled inside of me and broke whatever fear was holding me tight. The biker lifestyle might not have worked for me, but fuck, Thunder knew me better than I knew myself.
I walked forward. Trask threw an arm around me and pulled me against him. “Real cute, Captain. You think we didn’t come with a backup, too? Our backup is standing right next to me. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t see this one coming. You might be losing your edge, old man.”
Captain’s smile faded, but just a hint. He still thought he had the upper hand. “The fuck you talkin’ about, Rivers?”
“Really? Are you forgetting what she does? Carla is DEA, and Carla is on our side. One word from her and satellites thirty miles up are starin’ at your wrinkly balls. Or maybe she gets your door busted in on suspicion of trafficking.”
The expression on Captain’s face went from pure joy to pure anger. Trask said that the Devil’s Chasers took in most of their cash running coke up the coast. Thunder confirmed that the DB were drug runners. Captain’s look was concrete.
“You kidding? She doesn’t even know her name.”
It was true, but I could hear Captain grasping at straws. I had to step in. “Do you think that is gonna save you? I don’t. I lost my memory, not my deductive skills.” I looked back around to all the Rising Sons standing behind me, “Any one of these guys could call in and put you on the radar, but if I call? If I make the call, you aren’t just on the radar; you’re on every billboard in California, and maybe even the FBI’s top ten most wanted list.” A voice came from inside of me that I hadn’t heard before. It wasn’t Patience. It was Carla.
“You’ve got a sniper? That’s wonderful, really. Very twentieth century, but I’ve got news for you: a phone call is one thousand times more powerful and deadly than a bullet in this century. You know it’s true; you just can’t admit it to yourself.”
Trask had a wide grin on his face. He leaned forward and extended his hands, “So, now that
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