A smug grin remained on the young stranger’s face, as if he genuinely believed he could just stroll out of the building.
But the giant in leather looked like a different person now.
To him, the name “Rose” wasn’t just a collection of letters—it was a deep, unhealed trauma.
Glancing down at the trembling child before locking his gaze onto the man, the biker growled, “Where is her mother?”
The stranger gave an indifferent shrug. “She passed the kid off to me.”
“That’s a lie!” the little girl cried out, burying her face deeper into the biker’s thick vest. “He grabbed me right when Mommy started screaming for help.”
Instantly, every single rider in the establishment stood up.
The overhead chimes rang out as two more imposing figures stepped through the front entrance, silently cutting off the stranger’s only path to freedom.
Reaching inside his heavy jacket, the biker retrieved a weathered photograph of a young woman wearing a necklace adorned with the very same wolf emblem.
The little girl’s fingers brushed against the gloss. “That’s my mommy.”
A dangerous, icy fury settled into the biker’s eyes.
The young stranger instinctively shrank back.
Then came the cold, quiet declaration:
“Rose is my sister.”
Before anyone could move, the girl added a terrifying detail:
“She’s still locked in his trunk.”
