The biker didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
Neither did anyone else.<\/p>\n
Tom\u2019s final threat still hung in the smoky air as he slowly released the woman\u2019s hoodie and stepped back. The neon lights flickered across his furious face while broken glass sparkled across the floor beside them.<\/p>\n
The older biker stood like a wall of iron.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got a problem,\u201d he said calmly, \u201cyou deal with me now.\u201d<\/p>\n
The entire bar stayed frozen.<\/p>\n
Tom\u2019s eyes narrowed as he looked the biker up and down \u2014 the heavy leather vest marked MALICE, the silver chains hanging across his chest, the scars covering both fists.<\/p>\n
This man wasn\u2019t bluffing.<\/p>\n
But Tom\u2019s pride wouldn\u2019t let him back down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you scare me?\u201d Tom growled.<\/p>\n
Without warning, he grabbed a beer bottle from a nearby table and smashed it against the wooden pillar beside the woman\u2019s head.<\/p>\n
The crack exploded through the bar.<\/p>\n
Customers jumped from their seats.<\/p>\n
The terrified woman cried out as shards of glass scattered across her shoulders.<\/p>\n
Tom raised the jagged bottle toward the biker.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The biker\u2019s eyes turned cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n
He moved.<\/p>\n
Faster than anyone expected.<\/p>\n
His massive hand locked around Tom\u2019s wrist with crushing force. A painful crunch echoed through the room as the broken bottle slipped from Tom\u2019s fingers and shattered onto the floor.<\/p>\n
Tom screamed in pain.<\/p>\n
Before he could recover, the biker shoved him backward across the bar. A heavy table flipped over as Tom crashed into it hard enough to send drinks flying everywhere.<\/p>\n
Panic erupted instantly.<\/p>\n
People rushed away from the fight while chairs scraped violently across the floor. Even the bartender ducked behind the counter.<\/p>\n
Tom staggered back to his feet, blood running from a cut above his eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re dead!\u201d he shouted.<\/p>\n
But the biker simply stepped in front of the terrified woman again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalk away,\u201d he warned.<\/p>\n
For the first time all night, fear appeared on Tom\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
Not because he was losing.<\/p>\n
Because he realized the biker wasn\u2019t angry.<\/p>\n
He was controlled.<\/p>\n
And somehow that made him even more dangerous.<\/p>\n
Tom looked around the room desperately, hoping someone would back him up.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Every person in the bar had finally turned against him.<\/p>\n
Breathing heavily, Tom slowly backed toward the exit.<\/p>\n
But before leaving, he pointed directly at the woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t over,\u201d he whispered darkly. \u201cI\u2019ll find you again.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door slammed shut behind him.<\/p>\n
Silence filled the bar once more.<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s legs gave out beneath her as tears streamed down her face. She collapsed beside the pillar, shaking uncontrollably.<\/p>\n
The biker knelt beside her carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou safe now,\u201d he said softly.<\/p>\n
But as thunder rumbled outside and red neon lights flickered through the smoke-filled bar\u2026<\/p>\n
The biker kept staring at the door.<\/p>\n
Because deep down\u2014<\/p>\n
He knew men like Tom always came back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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