Snow spiraled through the Iowa cemetery as the biker remained frozen beside Elena\u2019s grave, one knee pressed into the ice beneath him.<\/p>\n
The little girl stood quietly in front of him, red scarf fluttering in the wind like the only living thing in the endless white silence.<\/p>\n
He stared at her face.<\/p>\n
The shape of her eyes.<\/p>\n
The nervous way she twisted the scarf between her fingers.<\/p>\n
Memories hit him so hard his chest physically hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena\u2026\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
The name cracked apart in his throat.<\/p>\n
For years, Marcus Kane had survived gunfights, prison cells, and roads soaked in blood without breaking once. The Hell\u2019s Angels called him Ghost because nothing seemed capable of touching him anymore.<\/p>\n
But this little girl had shattered him in less than a minute.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know her?\u201d he asked again, barely breathing now.<\/p>\n
The girl looked toward the gravestone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom used to bring me here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus felt the cold deepen beneath his skin.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your mother\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n
The girl hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then finally answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus closed his eyes instantly.<\/p>\n
The cemetery disappeared around him.<\/p>\n
Claire had been Elena\u2019s younger sister.<\/p>\n
The last person Marcus saw the night everything fell apart.<\/p>\n
The night Elena died.<\/p>\n
Or at least\u2026 the night he was told she died.<\/p>\n
A sharp gust of wind swept snow across the graves.<\/p>\n
Marcus opened his eyes again slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire told you about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
The girl nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said if I ever saw the man with the raven tattoo on his hand, I should tell him the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked down instinctively.<\/p>\n
The faded black raven stretched across his scarred knuckles exactly where Elena used to kiss his hand before he left on long rides.<\/p>\n
His pulse began hammering.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat truth?\u201d<\/p>\n
The little girl stepped closer through the snow.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said my mom lied to protect us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stared at her.<\/p>\n
The world suddenly felt unsteady.<\/p>\n
\u201cProtect you from who?\u201d<\/p>\n
The girl\u2019s voice trembled now for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe men who hurt Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence swallowed the cemetery.<\/p>\n
Marcus slowly rose to his feet again, towering beneath the grey sky.<\/p>\n
For fifteen years he believed Elena overdosed in some roadside motel after leaving him behind.<\/p>\n
That was the story everyone told.<\/p>\n
The club.<\/p>\n
The police.<\/p>\n
Even Claire.<\/p>\n
But now the fear in this little girl\u2019s eyes told him something far worse waited beneath the snow-covered lies.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gave me this too,\u201d the girl whispered.<\/p>\n
From inside her coat pocket, she carefully pulled out a silver chain.<\/p>\n
Marcus stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
At the end of the chain hung Elena\u2019s wedding ring.<\/p>\n
The same ring he slid onto her finger in a tiny church outside Tulsa before the club war destroyed everything.<\/p>\n
His hand shook violently as he reached for it.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena never took this off,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
The little girl looked up at him with tears gathering in her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at her sharply.<\/p>\n
Snow whipped harder between the graves.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
The girl swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom said Elena was alive after the fire.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cemetery seemed to tilt sideways.<\/p>\n
Marcus staggered back one step.<\/p>\n
Impossible.<\/p>\n
He saw the flames himself.<\/p>\n
He buried an empty coffin with his own hands.<\/p>\n
Then, through the storming snow, the low growl of motorcycle engines rolled across the cemetery road.<\/p>\n
Marcus turned instantly.<\/p>\n
Three black SUVs crawled through the cemetery gates behind a line of motorcycles bearing the Hell\u2019s Angels skull insignia.<\/p>\n
But something was wrong.<\/p>\n
The skull patches were marked with a red slash painted across the eyes.<\/p>\n
A death mark.<\/p>\n
The girl grabbed Marcus\u2019s hand tightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found us,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
And for the first time in fifteen years, Ghost realized Elena\u2019s grave might not contain a body at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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