Chapter 1 - The Shadow in the Fog
The little boy hit the gravel so hard the wooden toy motorcycle flew from his hands and skidded across the biker yard.
Every biker turned instantly.
Cold wind moved through the rusted fencing while the crying child scrambled back to his feet and ran straight toward the biggest biker there.
His tiny hands shook as he held out the toy.
The hardened biker froze the second he saw the carved details.
“Where did you get this?” he whispered.
The boy fought through sobs.
“My dad made it.”
Something in the biker’s face broke instantly.
The yard slowly fell silent.
“And his name?” the biker asked.
The little boy swallowed hard.
“Mom said you were there when they buried him.”
Several bikers exchanged nervous looks.
Then the child pulled a rusted dog tag from inside his vest.
The lead biker instinctively grabbed the matching half hanging beneath his own shirt.
His hand started trembling violently.
“But the grave was empty,” the man choked out.
Nobody moved.
Fear spread silently across faces that looked impossible to scare.
The biker slowly dropped to his knees in front of the boy, his eyes wet now.
“Who told you that?” he demanded softly.
The child looked toward the road outside the compound.
He pointed his small finger into the gray mist.
A dark motorcycle slowly emerged through the fog beyond the gate.
The engine rumbled low and menacing.
One biker whispered in absolute horror that it was impossible.
The heavy machine rolled to a halt right at the edge of their territory.
Leather creaked as the rider kicked the stand down and slowly stepped off.
Every man in the yard drew a weapon.
The rider reached up and pulled the black helmet off.
Long blonde hair spilled out over a familiar leather cut.
It was Sarah, the boy's mother.
She looked at the terrified men with eyes full of pure venom.
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“He didn't come back to say hello,” she said, her voice cutting through the wind.
“He came back to kill the man who put him in that empty grave.”
