The woman hesitated but finally sat, pulling Tyler close. Mike leaned forward, his voice low and steady. “Is someone hurting you or your boy?”
Her composure cracked. Tears filled her eyes. “Please,” she whispered. “You don’t understand. He’ll kill us.”
Her silent, trembling nod was all the confirmation they needed.
The Confrontation
Just then, a man in a polo shirt shot up from a booth across the diner. His face flushed red with rage. “Sarah! What the hell are you doing with these people? And you, kid! Get over here!”
He started marching toward the table.
Big Mike rose slowly. He didn’t clench his fists or raise his voice. He simply became immovable, like a wall. The other bikers stood behind him in perfect silence, their presence alone filling the room with unspoken authority.
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