The thunder outside faded beneath a heavier silence inside the diner.<\/p>\n
Rooster didn\u2019t take his eyes off the doorway.<\/p>\n
The soaked photograph trembled slightly in his hand.<\/p>\n
Him.<\/p>\n
Younger.<\/p>\n
Holding a newborn wrapped in a faded blue blanket.<\/p>\n
A memory he had buried so deep it barely felt real anymore.<\/p>\n
The man standing in the doorway removed his hood slowly.<\/p>\n
Rainwater dripped onto the floor.<\/p>\n
The little boy froze behind Rooster, clutching the back of his vest with both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s him,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
Every biker in the diner shifted at once.<\/p>\n
Not panic.<\/p>\n
Positioning.<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s eyes locked onto the photograph first.<\/p>\n
Then onto Rooster.<\/p>\n
And something cold passed between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t have come here,\u201d the man said quietly.<\/p>\n
Rooster\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFunny,\u201d he replied. \u201cWas about to say the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lightning flashed through the windows.<\/p>\n
For a second, the whole diner lit up white.<\/p>\n
The boy pressed closer behind him.<\/p>\n
Rooster lowered one hand slightly, steadying him without looking away from the man.<\/p>\n
\u201cKid,\u201d he said softly, \u201cwhat\u2019s your mama\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n
The boy swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name hit like a punch to the chest.<\/p>\n
Rooster went still.<\/p>\n
Because Elena wasn\u2019t just someone he remembered.<\/p>\n
She was someone he never stopped looking for.<\/p>\n
The man in the doorway exhaled slowly, like he was already tired of this moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe should\u2019ve stayed gone,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n
That did it.<\/p>\n
Every biker in the diner straightened.<\/p>\n
The air changed instantly.<\/p>\n
Rooster took one slow step forward.<\/p>\n
Dangerous now.<\/p>\n
Controlled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s expression didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The boy\u2019s voice cracked behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told my mom nobody would believe her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rooster closed his eyes for half a second.<\/p>\n
Just enough to stop anger from deciding something permanent.<\/p>\n
Then he looked back at the man.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got a lotta nerve walking in here during a storm,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
The man glanced around the diner.<\/p>\n
At the bikers.<\/p>\n
At the locked front door.<\/p>\n
Then smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rooster\u2019s expression hardened instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
A beat.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe survived you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence slammed into the room.<\/p>\n
Even the thunder felt farther away now.<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
Outside, the black car\u2019s headlights cut across the rain-soaked glass.<\/p>\n
Waiting.<\/p>\n
Watching.<\/p>\n
Rooster folded the photograph carefully and slipped it into his vest pocket.<\/p>\n
Not hiding it.<\/p>\n
Protecting it.<\/p>\n
Then he rolled his shoulders once and looked at the men beside him.<\/p>\n
Nobody needed instructions.<\/p>\n
Nobody asked questions.<\/p>\n
Because some moments don\u2019t need discussion.<\/p>\n
Only decision.<\/p>\n
Rooster looked back at the little boy.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou trust me?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
The boy nodded immediately.<\/p>\n
Rooster gave the smallest nod in return.<\/p>\n
Then turned toward the doorway.<\/p>\n
Toward the man.<\/p>\n
Toward the past that had finally stopped hiding.<\/p>\n
And when he spoke again\u2014<\/p>\n
his voice carried through the diner like thunder itself.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou picked the wrong place to come looking.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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