“Life or death,” Elena nodded, offering a weak, trembling smile.
Bear reached out and pulled Elena into a fierce, bone-crushing hug. When he pulled back, he looked at his men.
“From this day forward,” Bear announced, his voice booming through the diner so every patron and biker could hear, “Elena Ward is family. This diner is under our protection. Anyone who looks at her wrong, anyone who skips out on a check, anyone who disrespects her… answers to the Hell’s Angels.”
By the next morning, a small, discreet winged skull decal was pressed onto the bottom corner of Miller’s Diner’s front window. From that day on, the diner was always full, but strangely peaceful. Rowdy customers suddenly minded their manners. The tip jars overflowed.
Elena Ward went from being a waitress running from her own dark past to the most protected woman in the state. She had risked her life for a stranger, and in return, an army of outlaws made sure she would never have to feel afraid again.
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