Rain rolled harder across the diner windows as the gray-bearded biker kept his arm around the trembling little girl.<\/p>\n
His eyes never left the door.<\/p>\n
The man in the gray jacket had disappeared into the storm less than thirty seconds ago, but that didn\u2019t mean the danger was gone.<\/p>\n
It meant it was repositioning.<\/p>\n
The girl pressed closer against him, trying to hide the shaking in her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, kid?\u201d the biker asked quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLucy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Wade.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded once without looking up.<\/p>\n
Wade Mercer had spent most of his life reading people before they spoke. Years riding with the Devil\u2019s Reign motorcycle club had taught him exactly what fear looked like.<\/p>\n
And this girl wasn\u2019t afraid of getting in trouble.<\/p>\n
She was afraid of disappearing.<\/p>\n
Wade glanced toward the counter where the waitress stood nervously pretending not to watch them.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know that guy?\u201d he asked Lucy.<\/p>\n
A tiny shake of her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why\u2019d you come to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lucy hesitated before answering.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you looked dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, the corner of Wade\u2019s mouth almost twitched into a smile.<\/p>\n
Fair enough.<\/p>\n
Outside, thunder growled low across the interstate.<\/p>\n
Wade slowly lifted his coffee mug again, but his attention stayed on the reflection in the diner window. Years of surviving violence had taught him never to watch the threat directly.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when he saw movement.<\/p>\n
Two headlights.<\/p>\n
Parked across the truck stop lot with the engine idling.<\/p>\n
Another vehicle pulled in beside it.<\/p>\n
Black SUV.<\/p>\n
No plates visible.<\/p>\n
Wade\u2019s expression hardened instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have they been following you?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
Lucy\u2019s voice dropped smaller.<\/p>\n
\u201cSince Kansas.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer hit harder than he expected.<\/p>\n
Jesus.<\/p>\n
A ten-year-old girl crossing state lines alone while being hunted.<\/p>\n
Wade looked down at her carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are your parents?\u201d<\/p>\n
The silence that followed told him enough before she even spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom told me to run.\u201d Lucy swallowed hard. \u201cShe wouldn\u2019t wake up after they hurt her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something cold moved behind Wade\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
Across the diner, the front door suddenly opened again.<\/p>\n
Cold wind swept through the room.<\/p>\n
The man in the gray jacket had returned.<\/p>\n
But this time he wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n
A second man stepped inside behind him\u2014larger, shaved head, dark gloves despite the warmth inside the diner.<\/p>\n
Every instinct Wade had sharpened over thirty years screamed immediately.<\/p>\n
Bad men.<\/p>\n
Professional.<\/p>\n
The waitress froze near the coffee machine.<\/p>\n
Several truckers lowered their eyes, wanting no part of whatever was coming.<\/p>\n
The man in gray smiled thinly when he spotted Lucy in Wade\u2019s booth.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere you are,\u201d he said calmly. \u201cYou gave us quite a scare.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lucy grabbed Wade\u2019s jacket instantly.<\/p>\n
Wade remained seated.<\/p>\n
\u201cKid doesn\u2019t seem too excited to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The shaved-head man stepped forward. \u201cFamily matter. Don\u2019t make it yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wade finally looked up fully.<\/p>\n
The diner seemed to shrink around him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFunny thing about that,\u201d he said softly. \u201cIt became mine the second she asked for help.\u201d<\/p>\n
The two men exchanged a glance.<\/p>\n
Not nervous.<\/p>\n
Calculating.<\/p>\n
That worried Wade more.<\/p>\n
Because experienced predators only stay calm when they think they already control the outcome.<\/p>\n
The man in gray reached slowly inside his coat.<\/p>\n
Several customers immediately pushed back from their tables.<\/p>\n
Lucy buried her face against Wade\u2019s side.<\/p>\n
Wade didn\u2019t move at all.<\/p>\n
But beneath the table, his scarred hand quietly wrapped around the old revolver holstered under his leather vest.<\/p>\n
Then the man in gray pulled out a photograph.<\/p>\n
He slid it across the counter.<\/p>\n
Wade\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
The picture showed a younger woman holding Lucy beside a lake.<\/p>\n
Across the bottom, written in black marker, were five words that made Wade\u2019s blood turn to ice.<\/p>\n
SHE TOOK SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO US.<\/p>\n
And suddenly Wade understood this was never about kidnapping.<\/p>\n
It was about retrieval.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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