Bikers dove behind motorcycles. Glass shattered. Engines roared to life as people screamed and scattered.
Tank grabbed the little girl and dragged her behind his motorcycle just as another sniper bullet smashed through a diner window.
“Stay down!” he barked.
The little girl covered her ears, crying hysterically.
Tank peeked over the bike.
Then his blood ran cold.
Across the highway sat a black SUV.
And standing beside it—
Victor.
Older now. Silver hair. Expensive suit. The same dead eyes Tank had tried to forget for fifteen years.
Victor smiled calmly.
Then raised two fingers.
The sniper stopped firing instantly.
Tank’s fists clenched.
“You son of a bitch…”
Victor crossed the highway slowly while terrified bikers moved out of his way. Nobody dared stop him.
He looked down at the little girl.
“So she finally found you.”
Tank stepped in front of her.
“You told me Raven was dead.”
Victor smirked.
“She was supposed to be.”
The little girl stared at him fearfully.
Victor crouched slightly, studying her face.
“She has her mother’s eyes.”
Tank nearly exploded with rage.
“WHERE IS RAVEN?!”
Victor looked amused.
“You still don’t understand what happened that night, do you?”
Tank grabbed him by the collar.
But Victor leaned closer and whispered:
“Raven didn’t run from you, Tank…”
Tank froze.
Victor smiled wider.
“She was hiding from me.”
The world seemed to stop spinning.
Tank slowly released his grip.
“What… did you do to her?”
Victor adjusted his suit calmly.
“She stole something from me fifteen years ago.”
The little girl suddenly spoke through her tears.
“My mama said you’d come kill us.”
Victor’s smile disappeared.
He looked directly at her.
“She told you too much.”
Tank instantly pulled a gun.
Every biker around them drew weapons too.
But Victor didn’t flinch.
Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver necklace.
Tank’s face went pale.
It belonged to Raven.
“She’s alive,” Victor said softly.
“But if you ever want to see her again…”
He looked directly at the little girl.
“…you’ll bring me the child.”
Victor stepped backward toward the SUV.
Tank raised the gun.
But before he could pull the trigger—
The little girl whispered:
“Daddy… who is he really?”
Tank stared at Victor in horror.
Because suddenly…
He realized the truth.
Victor wasn’t hunting the girl.
He was her grandfather.
