These Loudmouth Bikers Laughed at the Wrong Guy and Regretted Everything
Too Late to Take It Back
Jake fumbled for words, his voice uneven. “Hey, sorry… I didn’t know… didn’t mean any disrespect,” he stammered, his confidence crumbling. He had finally realized what everyone else already knew—McClain wasn’t a man to mess with.
Beside him, Travis stood frozen, his earlier swagger long gone. He looked like a kid who had wandered somewhere he didn’t belong, unsure whether to stay or run. His eyes flicked between the crowd and McClain, searching for an escape. But there wasn’t one. Their act had shattered, their bravado exposed for what it was—a flimsy mask that couldn’t hold up against the quiet power standing before them.
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