The moment the man ran, the diner exploded into motion.
Chairs scraped. Bikers moved. The air turned heavy with urgency.
The biker didn’t chase immediately.
He looked at the girl first.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded, terrified.
“Then stay behind me no matter what.”
Outside, a black SUV was already pulling away from the curb.
Fast.
Too fast.
The biker rushed out the door.
The sunlight hit his face as he jumped onto his motorcycle.
Behind him, engines roared alive—one after another.
A small convoy formed in seconds.
The biker pointed forward.
“Follow that SUV.”
They shot down the road.
Wind tearing through the air.
The girl clung tightly to the biker’s vest as he had placed her safely in front of him on the bike.
Her voice trembled:
“Is my mom inside?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Because he already saw something.
Through the SUV’s tinted window… a woman struggling.
Rose.
The biker’s jaw tightened.
“Hold on,” he said quietly.
The convoy split the road like a storm.
The SUV swerved violently into an abandoned industrial street.
It stopped.
Silence.
The doors didn’t open.
The bikers surrounded it.
Slowly.
The biker stepped off his bike.
Walked forward.
And knocked once on the window.
“Open it,” he said calmly.
Inside, the man’s voice came through the glass:
“You don’t understand what you’re interfering with.”
The biker leaned closer.
His voice dropped.
“I understand enough.”
A pause.
Then—
The SUV door clicked slightly.
And from inside… a faint cry:
“Help…”
The biker’s eyes narrowed.
He whispered to his crew:
“Break it.”
CUT TO BLACK.
TO BE CONTINUED…
