Marcus stared at the boy like he was seeing a ghost.
“What’s your mother’s full name?” he asked quietly.
The boy hesitated.
“Elena Vale.”
Marcus nearly dropped the locket.
Twenty years earlier, Elena Vale had vanished after betraying one of the most dangerous biker gangs in the country. Marcus had searched for her for months until police found a burned car near a river with what they claimed was her body inside.
He buried an empty coffin.
But now her son stood right in front of him.
Alive.
Terrified.
And carrying her locket.
Marcus grabbed his jacket.
“Where is she?”
The boy’s eyes filled with fear.
“She’s in trouble.”
Before Marcus could respond—
HEADLIGHTS flashed through the gas station windows.
Three black SUVs screeched into the parking lot.
The biker gang instantly recognized them.
The Ravens.
The same cartel-connected crew that destroyed Marcus’s life twenty years ago.
The gas station owner panicked.
“Oh God…”
Armed men stepped out of the SUVs.
One of them shouted:
“Bring us the kid!”
The little boy backed away trembling.
Marcus looked at him.
Then at the armed men outside.
Then back at the photo inside the locket.
For twenty years he believed Elena abandoned him.
But now he understood the truth.
She had been hiding.
Protecting their son.
Marcus slowly cracked his knuckles and stepped toward the door.
His gang stood beside him.
Rain poured harder.
One biker whispered nervously:
“Marcus… there’s too many of them.”
Marcus smirked coldly while loading a shotgun.
“For my family?”
He opened the gas station door.
“I’ll kill every last one.”
