PART 2: “HEY—you got ten seconds to get out!”
PART 2: “HEY—you got ten seconds to get out!”
“HEY—you got ten seconds to get out!”—the shout ripped through the biker bar, followed instantly by roaring laughter, glasses clinking, boots scraping, the kind of noise meant to crush anyone who didn’t belong there—but she didn’t move, didn’t flinch
just stood in the middle of it all like the chaos didn’t touch her, and when she finally spoke—calm, steady, controlled
“I drove four hundred miles to be here,” something in her tone cut through the laughter just enough to slow it, just enough to make a few heads turn, and then she reached into her jacket and unfolded a worn leather patch,
the camera closing in as the emblem caught the neon light—skull with wings, faded but unmistakable, “First 5 – Founder – DUTCH”—and just like that,
the entire room died, the jukebox fading, conversations choking off mid-word, until a chair scraped violently across the floor and a bearded biker shot to his feet, “Stand the hell down!” he barked, and no one questioned it, not this time,
not with that look on his face, because something had just changed, something none of them were ready for, and the bald biker—the one who had been laughing the loudest—looked around now,
confused, losing ground he didn’t even realize he’d had, while the woman’s voice finally cracked, just slightly, just enough to reveal what she’d been holding back,
“He wore this the night they told me he died,” and the words landed heavy, dragging something old and buried back into the room, until the bearded biker leaned forward, voice low, almost afraid of the answer he already felt coming,
“…Dutch never had a wife,” and for the first time, she looked directly at them—not angry, not afraid—just certain, unbreakable, tears in her eyes but no weakness left in her voice,
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“No… he had a daughter,” and the silence that followed wasn’t empty anymore—it was loaded, dangerous, because now every man in that room realized the same thing at once…
if Dutch had a daughter—then someone had been lying all these years…
