Rain hammered softly against the diner windows as the little girl\u2019s whisper hung frozen between them.<\/p>\n
Logan Kane didn\u2019t blink.<\/p>\n
Didn\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n
His scarred fingers remained wrapped around the coffee mug, but the ceramic began cracking beneath the pressure of his grip.<\/p>\n
Around them, the low murmur of the diner slowly faded into silence.<\/p>\n
Because everyone noticed the change in him.<\/p>\n
The waitress near the counter stopped wiping glasses.<\/p>\n
A trucker halfway through his meal quietly lowered his fork.<\/p>\n
Even the buzzing neon beer signs suddenly seemed louder than before.<\/p>\n
The little girl stared at Logan nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t supposed to say it,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
Logan finally moved.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
Carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did you hear?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
The girl swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of them said\u2026\u201d Her voice trembled. \u201cTell Mercer the Black Vultures finally finished it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The mug shattered in Logan\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
Coffee spilled across the table as sharp pieces of ceramic hit the floor.<\/p>\n
Nobody in the diner moved.<\/p>\n
Logan barely noticed the blood running across his knuckles.<\/p>\n
Because one thought had already taken hold inside his head.<\/p>\n
The Black Vultures.<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t heard that name in twelve years.<\/p>\n
Not since the massacre outside Reno that left seven bikers dead and Logan buried beneath a burning garage while everyone else believed he died with the rest of his club.<\/p>\n
But they hadn\u2019t finished it.<\/p>\n
Not even close.<\/p>\n
The little girl flinched as Logan suddenly stood from the booth.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d the waitress called nervously. \u201cYou\u2019re bleeding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan ignored her.<\/p>\n
He pulled an old flip phone from inside his leather jacket and stared at it for two long seconds before dialing a number from memory.<\/p>\n
The line rang once.<\/p>\n
Twice.<\/p>\n
Then a rough voice answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou better be dead or dying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s eyes stayed fixed on the rain outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence answered him instantly.<\/p>\n
Then the voice changed completely.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Vultures.\u201d<\/p>\n
Across the diner, several customers exchanged uneasy looks without understanding why the air suddenly felt dangerous.<\/p>\n
The man on the phone cursed under his breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey took a woman and left a kid behind.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan glanced at the girl again.<\/p>\n
She sat perfectly still now, watching him with frightened blue eyes far too old for her age.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the address?\u201d the voice asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoute 16 outside Tulsa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t move. I\u2019m calling the others.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went dead.<\/p>\n
Logan slipped the phone back into his jacket.<\/p>\n
The waitress approached carefully with a towel. \u201cSir, your hand\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice wasn\u2019t loud.<\/p>\n
But it stopped her cold.<\/p>\n
The little girl looked down at her untouched food.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom said if I found you\u2026\u201d she whispered, \u201cyou\u2019d know how to stop them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan stared at the storm beyond the diner windows.<\/p>\n
Headlights appeared briefly through the rain.<\/p>\n
Then vanished.<\/p>\n
His instincts sharpened instantly.<\/p>\n
Someone was out there.<\/p>\n
Watching.<\/p>\n
Logan reached beneath his jacket slowly.<\/p>\n
The metallic sound of a handgun sliding free echoed softly beneath the hum of the diner lights.<\/p>\n
Several customers froze.<\/p>\n
The little girl\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n
Logan crouched beside the booth until they were eye level.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, kid?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cwhen I tell you to move, you run to the kitchen and don\u2019t stop. Understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
Fear finally appeared in her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre they here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan looked toward the dark parking lot again.<\/p>\n
A black SUV now sat across the road with its headlights off.<\/p>\n
Engine running.<\/p>\n
Waiting.<\/p>\n
And inside the diner, every second of silence felt closer to violence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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