The diner stayed quiet longer than it should have.
\nNot completely silent\u2014plates still clinked softly somewhere near the kitchen, coffee still poured behind the counter\u2014but around The massive bald biker and the little girl, the noise seemed far away now.
\nLike the entire room understood something important had just walked through the door.
\nThe girl stayed pressed against him, small hands gripping the worn leather of his vest as if letting go might make everything disappear.
\nHe rested one rough hand gently against the back of her head.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, sweetheart?\u201d he asked.
\n\u201c\u2026Katie.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd your mama?\u201d
\nThe girl swallowed hard. \u201cRose.\u201d
\nThe biker froze.
\nNot visibly at first.
\nJust enough for the men closest to him to notice.
\nBecause that name meant something.
\nA lot.
\nOne of the older bikers near the bar slowly stood up. \u201cRose Walker?\u201d
\nKatie nodded carefully.
\nThe biker with the wolf patch closed his eyes for one brief second, emotion tightening across his scarred face.
\n\u201cThought she disappeared years ago,\u201d someone muttered.
\nKatie looked up immediately. \u201cShe told me to find you if the bad men came back.\u201d
\nThat sentence changed the room.
\nThe biker\u2019s expression hardened instantly.
\n\u201cWhat bad men?\u201d
\nKatie hesitated.
\nFear flickered across her face.
\nThen she whispered a single name.
\nAnd every biker in the diner went still.
\nMercer
\nThe wolf-patched biker slowly looked toward the window.
\nOutside, the highway stretched dark beneath the fading evening sky.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s alive?\u201d one biker asked quietly.
\nThe big man didn\u2019t answer right away.
\nBecause he already knew.
\nMen like Mercer didn\u2019t disappear.
\nThey waited.
\nKatie tugged lightly on his vest again. \u201cMom said you\u2019d protect me.\u201d
\nHis eyes lowered back to her.
\nAnd something inside him broke a little.
\nBecause years ago, Rose had stood bleeding beside a burning motorcycle wreck and dragged him out before the flames reached the fuel tank.
\nShe saved him.
\nThen vanished before dawn.
\nNow her daughter was standing in front of him shaking with fear.
\nFamily.
\nThat word suddenly carried weight again.
\n\u201cWhere\u2019s your mother now?\u201d he asked softly.
\nKatie\u2019s eyes filled instantly. \u201cThey took her.\u201d
\nThe room changed completely.
\nNo laughter now.
\nNo movement.
\nJust anger settling into heavy silence.
\nThe biker crouched slightly to her level. \u201cWho took her?\u201d
\nKatie\u2019s lip trembled. \u201cThe men with the black trucks.\u201d
\nA chair scraped sharply somewhere behind them.
\nOne of the bikers cursed under his breath.
\nBecause everyone there understood exactly who used black trucks.
\nKatie reached into her pocket then, pulling out something small wrapped in cloth.
\n\u201cI was supposed to give you this.\u201d
\nThe biker unfolded it carefully.
\nInside\u2014
\na silver lighter engraved with a wolf.
\nHis wolf.
\nThe exact lighter Rose had carried the night she disappeared.
\nHis breathing stopped for a second.
\nThen Katie whispered:
\n\u201cShe said if you saw this\u2026 you\u2019d know she was running out of time.\u201d
\nOutside\u2014
\nheadlights suddenly appeared through the diner windows.
\nMultiple vehicles turning off the highway.
\nBlack.
\nSlow.
\nApproaching.
\nThe wolf-patched biker\u2019s expression darkened instantly.
\nKatie saw the change and gripped his arm tighter. \u201cThey found me\u2026\u201d
\nEvery biker in the diner stood at once.
\nNot chaotic.
\nNot loud.
\nReady.
\nThe massive biker slipped the lighter into his vest pocket and gently moved Katie behind him.
\nThen he looked toward the front door as engines rumbled outside beneath the amber glow of the diner lights.
\n\u201cListen carefully,\u201d he said quietly to her.
\nKatie nodded, trembling.
\n\u201cNo matter what happens next\u2026\u201d
\nThe first SUV door slammed outside.
\n\u201c\u2026you stay behind the wolves.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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