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.
“Son,” Mike said, his voice deep and steady, “you’re going to sit back down. Your family is safe with us tonight. You will not touch them.”
The man spat, “That’s my wife and kid!”
“No,” Mike said firmly, stepping forward, “that is a mother and a child who are under our protection now. You’re going to pay your bill, walk out that door, and you’re not going to follow them. Am I clear?”
The bully looked at the wall of leather and steel staring back at him. And like most bullies, when faced with real strength, he crumbled. He stammered, paled, and retreated.
The Beginning of a Rescue
That night was not the end — it was only the beginning. The bikers refused to let Sarah and Tyler return to danger. One of their brothers, a lawyer nicknamed “Shark,” went with Sarah to file for protection while the rest of the club took Tyler to their clubhouse.
Ze kochten hem de grootste chocolademilkshake die hij ooit had gezien. Voor het eerst die dag ontspanden Tylers schouders zich. Zijn gelach keerde terug. Voor een kort moment zag hij eruit als de kleine jongen die hij was, niet als een kind dat onmogelijke lasten droeg.
