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

looked past him to the man standing up. The stranger didn’t have a hint of emotion on his face as Thunder gave him the chance to back down.  Thunder cranked his neck from side to side, cracking and popping as he did. “I’m not fucking around. Last chance, assholes.”

    The man’s head barely turned side to side, and his lips curled into a half-smile. There was no way he was going to back down, even though Thunder was a foot taller and probably had fifty pounds on the stranger. That scared me. If the stranger wasn’t afraid of the hulking biker, he knew something Thunder didn’t.

    The second stranger began to stand, and the first reached for something. He moved one side of his jacket, and it all happened in a flash.

    I saw the gun. Before he could reach for it, though, Thunder had him. My biker grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him. The stranger’s eyes went wide as Thunder launched the man over the counter of the diner and into a stack of coffee mugs. They shattered beneath him as he fell to the floor.

    The second stranger stood just in time to get a hard kick in the stomach. He dropped to his knees, both hands clutching his gut. Everything felt like slow motion. I watched it all happening in front of me. Thunder threw a hard punch on the second man, sending him reeling backwards.  Something caught my attention, and I turned back to the diner counter.

    The first man was dragging himself over, and I didn’t think; I just reacted.

    “Thunder!” I called out his name as I grabbed at a place setting next to me.  As Thunder turned around, I drove a fork down hard into the attacker’s hand. Blood oozed from the punctures immediately, and the man let out a howl. He reached for the fork sticking from his hand. I backed away, tripping and landing in a booth.

    Thunder turned his attention to the man on the counter. He grabbed the stranger by his neck and threw him to the floor. They scrambled, punches thrown from both sides. I backed against the window of the booth as Thunder and the man tumbled on the floor. My biker finally got on top, and he flipped the man onto his back. With a knee at the man’s neck, Thunder went through the pockets in the man’s jacket and pants. He handed me the gun.

    I reached forward and took it. My hands were shaking, but I had to grab it. I looked past Thunder to the second man. He was crawling forward. Despite the adrenaline surging through my body and making me quiver, I threw my legs over the booth and trained down on the second man.

    “Pull your jacket back. Let me see your piece.” I was surprised at how calm my voice was. For a few seconds, the man didn’t react to me. I thought of the first man and his emotionless face. He wasn’t going to take me seriously, so I was going to have to make him.  He was crawling on all fours, so I kicked one of his hands out from under him. The man’s strength was gone from the two hard hits from Thunder.

    These guys were hard, but they had underestimated Thunder. Even I had underestimated him. He was fast, and every bit of him was muscle. I had seen it first thing in the morning when I saw his naked body, but in the diner, I saw it in action.

    The man dropped to the floor, and I bent down and pushed the gun against the back of his neck, “It wasn’t a request, asshole. I want the only hard thing you’ve got.”  

    The words weren’t my own. I wondered if they were Patience’s or the DEA agent. Either way, Thunder had one man subdued, and I was taking care of the second. The man below the barrel of the gun was done underestimating us. He rolled to one side and pulled his suit jacket aside. I slid the gun out of his shoulder holster.

    He was bleeding from a split in his lip, and every breath caused him pain. He was spent. Thunder was still leaning hard on the man he’d thrown over the counter. “No wallet. No I.D. I guess that’s going around. Time for you to talk, fucker.”

    “Nothin’ to say.”

    Thunder