The man laughed nervously. “Oh great, another tough guy,” he sneered. “Take your mother and get out of my way before—”
That’s when my son turned, and for the first time, the room noticed what was stitched onto the back of his vest.
IRON REAPERS MC – NATIONAL PRESIDENT
The air shifted.
“My name is Lucas Brooks,” my son said calmly, his voice carrying without effort. “And you just made the worst decision of your life.”
The man tried to recover, puffing out his chest. “I’m Calvin Moore,” he snapped. “CEO of Moore International Holdings. I own half this county.”
Lucas smiled, but there was nothing friendly in it. “Then you should know better than to hit a woman old enough to be your mother.”
He pulled out his phone, tapped one button, and set it on the table without saying a word.
Outside, engines roared to life, one after another, the sound vibrating through the diner like an approaching storm.
Calvin’s confidence drained from his face.
