PART 2: The Ring That Turned Every Biker Against Each Other
The thunder outside rolled across the mountains like a warning.
Inside the biker bar, nobody moved.
Not after seeing the ring.
The little girl stood soaked from the storm, water dripping onto the wooden floor as dozens of hardened bikers stared at her in complete silence.
Their leader, a giant man covered in tattoos and scars, remained on one knee.
His name was Rourke.
And for the first time in years, fear showed on his face.
“Where did you get that?” he asked quietly.
The girl clutched the silver ring tighter. “My mother gave it to me before she disappeared.”
A few bikers exchanged nervous looks.
One of them whispered, “That’s Elena’s ring…”
Rourke slowly stood up. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Lily.”
The room grew even colder.
Ten years earlier, Elena Vale vanished after betraying the Black Wolves biker crew—or at least that’s what everyone believed.
But Elena had taken something before she disappeared.
Something powerful enough to start a war.
And now her daughter had walked through their front door carrying the proof she was connected to the past.
Rourke grabbed his jacket fast. “Lock every entrance.”
The sound of metal doors shutting echoed through the bar.
Lily stepped backward nervously. “My mom told me to find you if men with red markings ever came near the cabin.”
At those words, several bikers immediately reached for their weapons.
Red markings.
Everyone in the room knew that name without saying it aloud.
The Crimson Saints.
A violent crew thought to be destroyed years ago.
Rourke’s expression darkened. “How long ago did they find the cabin?”
Lily swallowed hard. “Tonight.”
Lightning flashed across the windows.
Then came the sound.
Motorcycles.
Dozens of them.
The engines growled outside like wolves surrounding prey.
Every biker in the bar turned toward the door.
Rourke cursed under his breath.
“They tracked her here.”
The lights suddenly flickered once…
twice…
then died completely.
Darkness swallowed the bar.
Only the storm outside lit the room in brief flashes of blue-white lightning.
Lily’s breathing became shaky. “My mother said if they ever found me… I should tell you one thing.”
Rourke looked down at her carefully.
“What thing?”
The little girl’s voice trembled.
“She said the traitor was never outside the Wolves…”
The room went still.
A loud bang exploded against the front door.
Then another.
Wood cracked.
Somebody was trying to force their way inside.
But nobody in the bar looked at the entrance anymore.
Because now every biker was staring at each other.
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