These Loudmouth Bikers Laughed at the Wrong Guy and Regretted Everything
They Finally Saw It
Bill leaned in, his voice low but full of meaning. “Quiet ones got the loudest stories sometimes.” His words carried the weight of experience, settling in my mind like an old truth I had never considered. The trucker’s silence wasn’t a weakness—it was something else entirely.
Jake, still blind to the change in the air, tossed out another cheap jab. “Hey, big guy! What’s your favorite food? Everything?” This time, it didn’t land. The bikers around him exchanged uneasy glances. The tension was thick, pressing down on those who could feel it. Everyone except Jake and Travis understood now—this wasn’t a game. It never had been.
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