Touch my daughter again and I’ll break every bone in your hand. The man in first class laughed. Expensive suit, gold Rolex, the smile of someone who had never heard the word no. Who’s going to stop me? You, the stranger in 14C, rose slowly from his seat. Leather jacket, scarred knuckles, eyes like winter.
He didn’t yell, didn’t threaten, [clears throat] just unzipped his jacket. The cabin went silent. Hell’s Angels, president, Arizona chapter. The businessman’s face turned white. Sarah Mitchell pulled her daughter closer, heart pounding. 5 hours ago, this man had terrified her. Now she understood the truth.
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