Patience: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

nodded and stepped away from my car door. “Guess I’ll see you tonight, then.” He turned from me without waiting for a response. Lucky me, I didn’t have one for him. I slid back into the driver’s seat and pulled the heavy door closed. It didn’t feel as much like a prison cell, anymore.

    The key slid right into the ignition, and despite the visible condition of the car, it fired right up. I jumped in the seat when Thunder’s motorcycle roared to life. For the entire morning, Thunder had set me at ease more and more. Parts of the old Patience were coming through, but in that one second looking into the glove box, everything changed. I should have known from the beginning that no one could be trusted. I couldn’t even trust myself, why should I trust some muscular biker?

    Keeping my eyes forward, I told myself to head back to the apartment and figure out a better plan. Despite that, when Thunder revved his engine, I looked over to him. He gave me the international sign for roll the window down, and I did.

    “One more thing,” he pulled his shades down, making him look almost sinister. “I ain’t that good of a man, Patience.”  

  The entire drive back to the apartment, my eyes were in the rearview mirror. I was half expecting to see Thunder come out of nowhere at any second. A cold sweat broke out, and the drowning feeling of loneliness took me over. I sat in the parking lot at the apartment complex for a few minutes without moving. Every bit of my focus was on listening for a howling motorcycle engine growing closer. Once I was satisfied that I hadn’t been followed, I went through every inch of the interior, minus the glove box.

      Trash and papers littered the back seats, but nothing with any real information. While I was still sitting in back, I reached under the passenger seat. I pulled out a tube of lipstick, an empty book of matches, and a dirty water bottle. Still, nothing helpful.

    I found myself talking out loud to calm myself down, “Maybe I should go to the police. Who knows, my prints could be on record or something.”

    For whatever reason, my heart ground to a halt. Adrenaline began to surge through my body out of nowhere. The only clues I had to my identity where these instinctual reactions coming from somewhere deep within my mind. Why would my heart race when I thought about the police? Another mystery that only shoveled more weight onto me.

    I had stopped trying to search for answers in my own head.There was only one way I would find out who I was: someone else. Somebody else knew who I was. Somebody had to know who I was. I hated the fact that certain things were triggering me. The real me was in there somewhere. Somewhere deep in my mind, I was looking out for Patience; whoever she was.

    The trunk was all I had left. As I got out of the car, I crossed my fingers that there would be a purse inside with a wallet inside of that. I knew the odds were low, but there’s nothing wrong with hoping. If the trunk is empty, we check the apartment, again. If the apartment is empty, we might have to go to the police . The pep talk got my heart pumping hard, again, but I had no choice.

    The trunk lid clicked, and I lifted it up. It was in pretty much the same shape as the car. There was some trash in there, but not much else. I sorted through all the papers, throwing the useless ones into a Kmart bag that had been stuffed under a seat. One by one, I went through the papers and receipts, but found nothing useful. A scrap of lined paper caught my eye. Actually, it was the handwriting that caught my eye.

    It was my handwriting. I don’t know how I knew that it was mine, but I did. I hadn’t written anything since waking up with no memory, but I knew it was mine. I grabbed it and tried to smooth out the note.

    There wasn’t much to it, but it was better than nothing: Putah Diversion Dam, 9PM tomorrow

      It felt familiar, like nothing else the entire day had. I didn’t remember writing