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take the gun. But the very same thought made me think I couldn’t be trusted with the gun. What if some other lost instinct kicked in, and I opened fire? No. I couldn’t chance it. The gun would stay where it was.

    Even from inside the car with the windows up, the music was blaring. When I opened the door, the sound hit me hard. I looked up to see speakers aiming down at me from the roof. I hadn’t noticed them in the daytime. To be fair, Thunder had me pretty distracted, and then I had found the guns.

    I headed around to the front of the bar, weaving my way between bearded, tattooed bikers of all shapes and sizes. There were some old man that I probably wouldn’t have trusted behind the handlebars, and there were younger guys that could barely growing facial hair at all. I looked into every face and expected to see Thunder. I expected him behind me every time I looked over my shoulder, too.

    He scared me. I didn’t know why, but he did. At the same time, though, in my addled brain I wanted to see him again. He was a man with secrets, but he was my only connection to the real world. I was in doubt about just about everything. Everything except the sexual tension between us. It had obviously been there, but that memory was gone with all the others.

    Focus, Patience , I told myself, or you’ll be Patience forever.

    Standing outside the door to the Watering Hole, I took a deep breath. My past was inside that place, at least in some way. Somebody in there knew who I was. Checking the crap digital watch I had found my apartment, I noted the time. I only had a half hour inside before I had to head to the dam. I hoped to God I wouldn’t need that long. I grabbed the worn metal door handle and pulled it open.

    The place was packed. My first thought was that I’d have to yell to be heard. There was laughter, singing, and the almost constant clatter of glasses ringing out. Directly inside the bar was a handful of tall tables and stools. The first thing that caught my eye was the back of somebody’s leather vest. In large letters across the top and bottom, it read RISING SONS MOTORCYCLE CLUB. In between the curving letters was a stitched picture of light beams coming from a skull’s mouth. It was morbid and poetic at the same time.

    Somebody at the table must’ve noticed I was staring, “You still hung over or something?” He raised an eyebrow at me. The other two men with their backs to me turned.

    My mouth dropped open a little bit as my heart sped up. His voice and eyes were hostile, and I felt more out of place than ever. I wanted to turn around and bolt, but I had to know the truth.

    If I wanted to get answers, I had to fit in. Giving him my cutest smile, I said, “Just a little. Mind pointing me towards the bathrooms?”

    His eyes and traveled up and down my body, and I’m sure they weren’t disappointed. Patience only had the kind of clothes that bikers probably loved. Her wardrobe consisted of skintight jeans, skintight T-shirts, and barely there underwear. I picked the best of what I could find, and apparently it was doing the trick.

    He tilted his head behind him, “Back of the bar; where it’s always been.” As I walked past him, I saw a recognition in his eyes. He knew me, or he knew Patience. Had she already checked him off the list? More questions without answers. He grabbed my arm before I got too far away.

    “I’ll let the boys know you’re here.” He had to shout the words over the noise of the crowd, but the sexual tone was unmistakeable.

    Not knowing what to say, I smiled. Why should they care that I was at the bar? I headed deeper into the bar, keeping an eye out for Rising Sons vests. If Patience had been making her way through them, they were the ones I wanted to focus on.

    It was hard to see through the crowd. I would spot a Rising Son through the crowd, but with all the people, getting to any of them was tricky. The crowd opened up at the actual bar, and I figured while I was