Chapter 1
She Knew What He Did
The streetlights flickered like they were struggling to stay awake, casting uneven shadows across the cracked pavement. It was one of those quiet American evenings where the city felt distant, even though traffic still hummed somewhere far off. A row of motorcycles lined the curb—chrome glinting faintly under the dim orange glow.
On a worn wooden bench nearby, five men sat like they owned the street.
Leather jackets. Heavy boots. Faces carved by time and trouble.
They were a biker gang—feared, respected, and avoided.
At the center sat Marcus.
He was the kind of man people didn’t look at twice unless they had a death wish. Broad shoulders, thick beard, and eyes that had seen too much. His right hand rested casually on his knee, revealing a dark tattoo—a coiled serpent wrapped around a dagger.
The symbol wasn’t just ink. It meant something.
Something dangerous.
The group laughed loudly, passing around a bottle, their voices cutting through the silence. But beneath the laughter was tension—like wolves resting, not relaxing.
Then everything changed.
A small figure appeared at the edge of the street.
A girl.
She couldn’t have been more than ten.
Her clothes were simple, slightly dirty. Her hair messy, like no one had brushed it in days. But her eyes—those eyes carried something heavy. Something far older than her age.
She walked slowly toward the gang.
No fear in her steps.
Just purpose.
One of the bikers noticed first.
“Hey,” he muttered, nudging Marcus. “We got company.”
Marcus glanced up lazily, expecting to shoo away another lost kid or street beggar.
But when he saw her…
Something felt off.
She wasn’t scared.
That alone was enough to unsettle him.
The girl stopped right in front of Marcus.
Close enough to see every line on his face.
Close enough to notice the tattoo.
Her small hand lifted slowly.
And then she pointed directly at it.
Marcus’s eyes followed her finger.
The serpent.
The dagger.
A symbol he hadn’t thought about in years.
Her voice came out soft, but trembling with emotion.
“My dad… had this same tattoo.”
The laughter around them died instantly.
The other bikers shifted, exchanging uneasy glances.
Marcus didn’t react immediately.
But something inside him tightened.
He leaned forward slightly, studying her face.
“Yeah?” he said, his voice low and controlled. “What did he say about it?”
The girl’s lips quivered.
For a moment, it looked like she might break.
But instead, her eyes hardened.
Tears welled up, but they didn’t fall.
Not yet.
“He told me…” she began, her voice cracking, “what you did to him.”
Silence slammed into the street like a gunshot.
The air changed.
Even the distant traffic seemed to fade.
Marcus froze.
Not visibly—but inside, something snapped.
The other bikers straightened. One of them stood up slowly, scanning the surroundings like danger might suddenly appear from nowhere.
Marcus swallowed.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“But how…?”
He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing.
“I buried him.”
The girl didn’t flinch.
Didn’t step back.
Instead, a tear rolled down her cheek.
“You buried a body,” she said quietly. “Not the truth.”
Marcus’s heartbeat began to pound in his ears.
That wasn’t possible.
He remembered that night clearly.
Too clearly.
It had been raining.
Cold, relentless rain that soaked through everything.
Marcus and his crew had been younger then—hungrier, more reckless.
They had a code back then. Loyalty above all.
And when someone broke that code…
There were consequences.
The man’s name was Daniel.
A former member.
Someone Marcus once called a brother.
Daniel had tried to leave.
Worse—he tried to take something with him.
Information.
Names.
Deals.
Marcus couldn’t allow that.
So they tracked him down.
Dragged him out to an empty stretch of land far from the city.
Daniel begged.
Not for his life—but for his daughter.
“Please,” he had said, coughing through blood. “She needs me.”
Marcus didn’t hesitate.
A bullet ended it.
Or so he thought.
They buried him deep.
No witnesses.
May you like
No loose ends.
That’s what Marcus believed.
