The kitten meowed again… but this time, it didn’t sound innocent.
It sounded like a memory being pulled from the past.
The biker leader stepped back as if he had been hit.
“That tag… it’s impossible,” he whispered.
The luxury yard suddenly felt colder, even under golden sunlight.
The boy hugged the kitten tighter.
“My dad said you’d remember him.”
The leader’s voice dropped.
“No one is supposed to know that name anymore…”
A heavy silence fell across the elite bikers. One by one, their expressions changed from curiosity to fear.
The leader finally looked at the boy.
“Listen carefully… if your father is who I think he is, then you are in danger.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
“I just want him to wake up…”
The leader slowly knelt, placing the kitten gently back into the boy’s arms.
Then he pulled out a small encrypted ring from his pocket—matching the metal tag.
The moment they connected—
A distant engine roared outside the luxury gates.
Not one.
Many.
The leader’s eyes sharpened.
“They found you.”
The boy stepped back, confused.
“Who…?”
The leader stood up slowly.
“People who never forgive the past.”
The kitten meowed one last time—loud, sharp, urgent.
And the massive glass gates of the luxury yard began to shake.
