PART 2: The Little Girl Knew the Biker Everyone Thought Was Dead
The quiet diner fell completely silent around the biker.
Rain tapped softly against the windows while the little girl stood beside his booth clutching a stuffed rabbit tightly against her chest.
The biker’s hands slowly tightened around his coffee cup.
“What did you say your father’s name was?”
The child blinked innocently.
“Jackson Reed.”
The biker went completely pale.
Because Jackson Reed wasn’t just anybody.
He was the former vice president of the Black Wolves motorcycle club—
and the biker’s closest friend.
A man everyone believed died during a violent gang war twelve years earlier.
The little girl tilted her head softly.
“My daddy said you’d recognize me.”
The biker swallowed hard.
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Emily.”
The name hit him like a punch.
Because years ago, Jackson once told him:
If I ever have a daughter…
I’ll name her Emily.
The biker looked away briefly, emotion breaking through the rough mask he wore for years.
Then he noticed something hanging around the child’s neck.
A silver wolf pendant.
Jackson’s pendant.
The same one he wore the night he disappeared.
The biker’s voice lowered dangerously.
“Where’s your father now?”
Emily’s smile faded instantly.
Tears filled her eyes.
“Mom said bad men took him.”
The diner suddenly felt colder.
Several bikers at nearby tables quietly stood up, sensing the tension immediately.
Because if Jackson Reed was alive—
then someone had lied to the entire club.
The biker slowly knelt beside Emily.
“Who sent you here?”
The little girl reached into her pocket and handed him a folded piece of paper.
The moment he saw the handwriting—
his breathing stopped.
It belonged to Jackson.
If Emily finds you…
run.
They betrayed us.
The biker’s face hardened instantly.
Because only three people knew where Jackson disappeared that night.
And two of them were still members of the club.
Outside the diner—
motorcycle headlights suddenly appeared through the rain.
Emily grabbed the biker’s arm tightly.
“That’s them.”
The feared biker slowly stood to his full height, his expression turning deadly calm.
Then he looked toward the diner door.
And for the first time in years—
he wasn’t afraid for himself.
He was afraid for the little girl standing beside him.
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