These Loudmouth Bikers Laughed at the Wrong Guy and Regretted Everything
The Name That Changed Everything
Their ignorance wasn’t just foolish—it was dangerous. And then, I heard Bill murmur a name that sent a ripple through my chest. “That’s Mad Dog McClain.” Before I could even process it, the trucker finally spoke. His voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.
He locked eyes with Jake, his tone as steady as stone. “You should choose your words wisely, friend.” The weight of that sentence changed the air itself. Then, from somewhere in the back, a biker whispered, barely above a breath—“That’s Mad Dog McClain.” Even the wind seemed to pause, waiting to see what would happen next.
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