The diner stayed silent except for the storm rattling the windows.<\/p>\n
Mason Crowe looked down at the crumpled five-dollar bill shaking in the little girl\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
Something about it hit harder than any threat ever had.<\/p>\n
He slowly pushed her hand back toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep your money, kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
The girl swallowed hard, trying not to cry.<\/p>\n
Behind Mason, the other bikers watched quietly beneath the flickering neon lights. Men feared across three states suddenly looked unsure what to do with a freezing child asking strangers for help.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d Mason asked gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd where\u2019s your mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Abby lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s at home crying.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer hollowed the room.<\/p>\n
Snow hammered harder against the diner windows as Mason crouched slightly to her level.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you losing the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Abby\u2019s voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man came today.\u201d She wiped her face quickly with her sleeve. \u201cHe said if we don\u2019t pay by tomorrow, he\u2019s taking everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
One biker near the counter muttered under his breath.<\/p>\n
Mason\u2019s expression darkened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid this man hurt your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Abby hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then slowly nodded.<\/p>\n
The diner changed instantly.<\/p>\n
The warmth disappeared.<\/p>\n
Every biker in the room straightened quietly.<\/p>\n
Mason\u2019s jaw tightened beneath his gray beard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
The little girl whispered it carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cDerek Vance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Several bikers exchanged hard looks immediately.<\/p>\n
Mason went completely still.<\/p>\n
Because Derek Vance wasn\u2019t just some landlord.<\/p>\n
He was a loan shark who bought debts from desperate families across Ash Hollow. People who crossed him usually disappeared long before they ever missed a second payment.<\/p>\n
Mason stood slowly now.<\/p>\n
Dangerously calm.<\/p>\n
One of the bikers near the door already reached for his leather gloves.<\/p>\n
Another crushed out his cigarette without a word.<\/p>\n
Abby looked up nervously. \u201cDid I say something bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason grabbed his heavy winter coat from the stool.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
Outside, motorcycle engines suddenly roared louder beneath the falling snow as riders began walking toward their bikes.<\/p>\n
The little girl looked confused as the diner transformed around her.<\/p>\n
Men who looked half-asleep moments ago suddenly moved with purpose.<\/p>\n
Cold purpose.<\/p>\n
Mason leaned down slightly, pulling his wallet free before placing several hundred-dollar bills gently into Abby\u2019s trembling hands.<\/p>\n
Then he opened the diner door.<\/p>\n
Freezing wind exploded inside.<\/p>\n
Snow swirled around his boots as rows of bikers climbed onto rumbling motorcycles outside beneath the gray winter sky.<\/p>\n
Mason looked back toward the frightened little girl one last time.<\/p>\n
And for the first time all night, his voice sounded truly dangerous.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake us to him.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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