He hung up the phone slowly, his eyes never leaving the girl.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnya.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded once. \u201cOkay, Anya. You did the right thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pushed the small pile of coins toward him again. \u201cIt\u2019s all I have.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gently closed her fingers over them. \u201cKeep it. You\u2019re going to need it later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her hands trembled. \u201cYou\u2019re really going to help?\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened slightly. \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not hesitation.<\/p>\n
Not doubt.<\/p>\n
Just certainty.<\/p>\n
Across the diner, a man glanced up, sensing something had shifted. The air felt heavier now, like a storm had quietly rolled in.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me everything,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Anya took a shaky breath. \u201cThey came at night. Mom told me to hide. I heard them say his name\u2026 Declan. They took her in a black truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes darkened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see where they went?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded. \u201cToward the old highway. The one nobody uses.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
The chair scraped loudly against the floor, breaking the quiet around them.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay here,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened instantly. \u201cNo\u2014please don\u2019t leave me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
Looked at her.<\/p>\n
Really looked.<\/p>\n
Then shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019re coming with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief flooded her face, mixed with fear she hadn\u2019t let go of yet.<\/p>\n
Outside, the heat hit hard, but he didn\u2019t slow. His bike stood waiting, engine still warm like it had known this was coming.<\/p>\n
A black SUV rolled into the lot.<\/p>\n
Right on time.<\/p>\n
Two men stepped out.<\/p>\n
Not bikers.<\/p>\n
Not tourists.<\/p>\n
Something else.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called,\u201d one of them said.<\/p>\n
He nodded toward Anya. \u201cThis is the reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
They looked at her, then back at him. No questions. They already understood enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeclan Mercer,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cAlive. Active. And sloppy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not like him,\u201d the other man replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is now.\u201d<\/p>\n
A brief silence passed.<\/p>\n
Then\u2014<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere do we start?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the empty highway stretching into the distance.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere he thinks no one will follow.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned to Anya, crouching slightly. \u201cStay close to me. No matter what.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
He handed her a spare helmet, adjusting it carefully once she put it on.<\/p>\n
The others moved quickly, opening the SUV, checking gear, loading weapons without a word.<\/p>\n
No panic.<\/p>\n
Just precision.<\/p>\n
Just purpose.<\/p>\n
He swung onto the bike and looked back once more at the quiet diner, the place where this had started.<\/p>\n
Then he faced forward.<\/p>\n
Engine roaring to life beneath him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
The SUV followed close behind as they pulled onto the road.<\/p>\n
Dust rose.<\/p>\n
Heat shimmered.<\/p>\n
And somewhere out there\u2014<\/p>\n
A man who was supposed to be dead had made a mistake.<\/p>\n
He had taken something that didn\u2019t belong to him.<\/p>\n
And now\u2014<\/p>\n
Someone was coming to take it back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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