These Loudmouth Bikers Laughed at the Wrong Guy and Regretted Everything
Confidence Was Slipping
The trucker’s laugh was steady and sure, not forced or mocking—just real. “A race, huh?” he said. The crowd exchanged glances, a few nervous chuckles breaking through the tension. This man was impossible to shake, and somehow, that made everything feel even more unpredictable.
Sensing the shift, Jake looked at Rick, silently asking for backup. But Rick just raised an eyebrow and stayed out of it. Without support, Jake’s confidence shook, and his arrogant stance looked more like an act. I stayed put, watching intently. A showdown like this—truckers against bikers—was rare. And something told me this was about to be unforgettable.
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