“No…” the old biker whispered.
“You don’t understand.”
The club president grabbed him.
“Tell us the truth. Now.”
With shaking hands, the old man removed a faded photograph from his wallet.
It showed the boy’s father standing beside every member of the club.
“He wasn’t just one of us,” the old biker admitted.
“He was undercover.”
Three years earlier, he had volunteered to fake his own death after discovering a powerful criminal network had infiltrated the club.
Only three people knew the truth.
But before they could reunite him with his family…
He disappeared.
No body.
No messages.
Nothing.
The little boy slowly reached into his backpack.
“I found this in Mom’s attic.”
It was an unopened letter.
The handwriting matched the photograph.
The club president carefully unfolded it.
The first line made everyone freeze.
“If you’re reading this… they finally found me.”
The last line was even worse.
“Trust no one wearing our patch.”
The bikers slowly looked at each other.
Someone among them had betrayed the man they all called brother.
And that traitor was still standing in the circle.
