The girl wasn’t wearing shoes. That’s what Bull saw first. A 9-year-old standing in freezing rain barefoot, bleeding, clutching a torn rabbit. Behind her, a 15-year-old boy with a split lip and terror in his eyes. He was taking her to his bedroom. The boy’s voice shattered. I hit him. We ran. Please, just hide her.

One night, I’ll sleep outside. I’ll leave. Just keep her safe. Headlights cut through the darkness. A truck moving fast. The boy’s face went white. That’s him. Oh god, that’s him. He’s going to kill us both. Bull had 3 seconds. The door opened wider. Subscribe now and watch until the end. Comment your city. Let’s see how far this story reaches.

The knock hit the door three times fast. Bull set down his whiskey. Ghost looked up from the pool table. Expecting company? Ghost asked. No. Bull crossed the room. His boots were loud on concrete. He didn’t rush. 40 years had taught him that panic got men killed. He pulled the door open 6 in.

A kid 15, soaking wet, black eye, split lip still bleeding, torn hoodie, raw knuckles, and behind him a little girl, nine maybe, summer dress, no shoes, bare feet on frozen ground, clutching a stuffed rabbit with one ear hanging by threads, bull’s gut twisted. help you. His voice came out hard. He didn’t soften it. The boy didn’t flinch. I need you to hide my sister.

From who? Her stepfather. Yours, too. Yeah. The word cracked. But I can handle what he does to me. She can’t. Bull looked at the girl. Her lips were blue. She was shaking so hard. Her teeth clicked together. How long she been outside like that? 2 hours. Maybe three. We walked from Henderson. Ghost appeared at Bull’s shoulder.

He saw the girl and his whole body went still. “Get them inside,” Ghost said. “Now.” Bull pulled the door wide. “Both of you move.” The boy didn’t move. Just her. I’ll find somewhere else. I just need to know she’s kid. Bull’s voice dropped low. I’m not asking. Get inside before I drag you in myself. The boy looked down at his sister. She looked up at him.

Complete trust. whatever he decided she’d follow. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.” They stepped through. The door slammed shut. The girl flinched at the sound. The boy pulled her closer. Razer looked up from the bike he’d been working on. He saw the kids. His wrench hit the floor with a clang. “Ghost, call Elena.

Tell her we need her now.” Ghost was already dialing. Bull crouched down in front of the girl. His knees screamed. He ignored them. “Hey there, I’m Bull. What’s your name? She looked at her brother. He nodded. Lily, she whispered. Her voice was almost nothing. That’s a pretty name. You call Lily? She nodded. Her whole body was trembling.

Tommy, Bull shouted without turning around. Blankets, hot chocolate. Move. A prospect sprinted toward the back. Bull looked up at the boy. And you, Jason, Jason, Cole. When’s the last time she ate Jason? I silence. When’s the last time you ate? Oh, more silence. That’s what I thought. Bull stood. Razer, get food. Whatever.

We’ve got sandwiches, chips, I don’t care. Just get it. Razer moved fast for a big man. Bull guided them toward the back, away from windows, away from doors. His hand stayed on Jason’s shoulder. The kid was wound tight as a spring. Sit, Bull said, pointing to a couch. Jason sat. Lily pressed against his side. The rabbit was crushed between them.

Tommy came back with blankets. He wrapped one around Lily’s shoulders. She didn’t react, just kept shaking. “Her feet,” Ghost said quietly. He was staring at them. “Bull, look at her feet.” “Bull looked cut, bleeding, dirty. She’d walked miles on gravel and broken glass without making a sound.

” “Get the first aid kit,” Bull said. His voice was steady. His hands weren’t. goes broad. It bull knelt down and started cleaning the cuts. Lily didn’t cry, didn’t pull away, just watched him with those empty eyes. “This hurt,” Bull asked. She shook her head. That was worse. That meant she was used to pain. Jason watched every move Bull made.

His body was coiled, ready to fight, ready to grab his sister and run. “If this went bad, “Easy,” Bull said without looking up. “I’m helping her.” That’s all. I know. Jason’s voice was tight. I just I need to see. Fair enough. Razer came back with food. Sandwiches, chips, two cans of Coke. He set them on the table like offerings. Eat, Bull said to Jason. I’m fine.

That wasn’t a suggestion. Jason grabbed a sandwich, took a bite, chewed mechanically. His eyes never left Lily. Give her one, Bull said. Jason held a sandwich out to Lily. Hey, eat something. She shook her head. Please, Lily, for me. She took it, nibbled the corner. That was something. And the front door opened.

Every man in the room turned. Elena walked in. 60 years old, silver braid, eyes that had seen enough tragedy to fill 10 lifetimes. She took one look at Lily, and her face changed. Oh, Miha. She crossed the room and knelt beside the girl. Who did this to you? Lily’s lip trembled. First real emotion she’d shown. “Can I see your arm,sweetheart?” Elena asked softly.

Lily looked at Jason. He nodded. She held out her arm, the sleeve of her dress pulled back. Bruises, dark purple, shaped like fingers. Someone had grabbed her hard enough to leave marks. Ghost made a sound low in his throat. Razer’s hands curled into fists. Bull felt something cold settle in his chest.

The kind of cold that came before violence. “Who did this?” Elena asked. Her voice was gentle. Her eyes were murder. “Carl,” Jason said. Her stepfather tonight he came home high. He grabbed her, started dragging her toward the bedroom. I hit him with a bottle, and we ran. The room went dead silent.

“The bedroom,” Razer repeated. His voice was barely human. “He never touched her before. That was the deal. I did whatever he wanted. ran his packages, took his beatings, and he left her alone. Jason’s voice cracked. But tonight, he broke the deal. Bull stood up slowly, ran his packages. Meth, pills, whatever he needed moved.

I’m fast. I know the routes. Cops don’t look twice at a kid on a bike. How long? 8 months. You ever get caught at once? Deputy Warren picked me up outside of 7-Eleven. Carl came down, talked to Warren for 5 minutes, and suddenly nothing happened. No report, no charges, nothing. Bull and Ghost exchanged a look.

Deputy Warren, the name hung in the air like smoke. Carl Briggs, Razer said. That’s who we’re talking about. Jason looked at him. You know him. I know of him. Razer’s jaw was tight. Meth dealer out of Henderson. Connected. Word is he’s got cops in his pocket. Word is he’s into worse than drugs. What do you mean worse? Jason asked.

Razer didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Jason’s face went pale. He pulled Lily closer. He never. She’s only nine. He wouldn’t. He tried tonight. Elena said quietly. That’s enough. Lily buried her face against Jason’s chest. Her shoulders started shaking. No sound, just tremors. Jason wrapped both arms around her. His eyes were wet, but his jaw was set.

I’ll kill him, Jason said. If he touches her again, I’ll kill him myself. No. Bull’s voice cut through the room. You won’t? Because you’re going to be here protecting her while we handle Carl. Jason looked up. You do that? You don’t even know us. I know enough. But why? Why help us? Bull didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not yet. Elena took over.

She guided Lily toward the back room. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up. Find you some warm clothes. Your brother will be right here. Lily grabbed Jason’s hand. Don’t leave. I won’t. I promise. I’ll be right outside that door. Promise. I promise, Lily. I’m not going anywhere. She let Elena lead her away. The door closed.

Jason stared at it like it was taking everything in him not to follow. Ghost pulled Bull aside. You know what you’re doing, Carl? Briggs isn’t some drunk stepdad. He’s connected. He’s dangerous. And now you’ve got his kids in our clubhouse. I know. Deputy Warren will come looking. Carl’s got muscle. This could blow up fast. I know that, too.

So, what’s the play? Bull looked toward the back room. We protect them. Whatever it takes. Why? . Bull was quiet for a long moment. Because 8 years ago, my daughter was driving home from college. Some drunk crossed the center line. She was 19. Ghost, 19 years old. Ghost said nothing. I couldn’t protect her.

Couldn’t save Uh-huh. Couldn’t do a damn thing except bury her and try not to fall apart. Bull’s voice was rough. But these kids showed up at my door tonight asking for help. And I can do something about this. Ghost nodded slowly. Then we’re with you. All of us. I know. Razer appeared at the door.

Headlights coming up the road fast. Every man in the room moved at once. Bull grabbed Jason’s shoulder. Stay inside. No matter what you hear, you do not come out. Understand? But wait, Siden, your job is protecting Lily. That means staying with her. Can you do that? Jason’s jaw tightened. Yeah, I can do that. Good. Bull walked outside. Ghost and Razer flanked him.

Three more members appeared from the shadows, falling into formation. A pickup truck roared up the road and screeched to a stop at the gate. Engine cut off. Door flew open. Carl Briggs stepped out. Big, mean-l looking, flannel shirt, jeans, face flushed red, eyes wild, high or drunk or both. I know they’re here, Carl shouted.

I saw the tracks in the mud. Give them back. Bull walked to the gate but didn’t open it. Don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t play games with me. Carl stepped closer. Those are my kids. My property. I want them back now. First off, they’re not your property. Nobody is. Second, there’s no kids here.

Third, you’re trespassing. I suggest you leave. Carl’s face twisted. You don’t want to do this. You don’t know who you’re messing with. I know exactly who I’m messing with. Bull’s voice was ice. Smalltime meth dealer with a dirty cop in his pocket. Did I miss anything? Carl’s eyes flickered, surprised then anger. Deputy Warren knows I’m here.

You touch me, you’ve got problems. Warren’s not here.And even if he was, I don’t think he’d be too eager to help once the FBI hears what your stepson told me about the packages, the routes, the buyers, and that little incident outside the 7-Eleven that magically disappeared. Carl went still. Bull smiled. It wasn’t friendly.

Here’s what’s going to happen, Carl. You’re going to get back in that truck. You’re going to drive away. And you’re going to forget those kids that exist. Because if you come back here, if you send anyone else, if you even think about those children again, I will end you. Not Warren. Not your muscle. You. You’re bluffing. Try me.

Razer cracked his knuckles. Ghost’s hand moved to his hip. Carl looked at them. Six men armed, ready, willing. He took a step back. “This isn’t over,” he said. “I’m counting on it.” Carl got in his truck, slammed the door, tore out of there fast enough to spray gravel 50 ft. Bull watched until the tail lights disappeared.

“He’ll be back,” Ghost said. “I know. Probably with more guys, maybe Warren, too. Then we’ll be ready.” They walked back inside. Jason was standing at the window watching. His face was pale. “He’s gone,” Bull said. “For now.” “Yeah, for now.” Bull put a hand on the kid’s shoulder. But we bought time, and tomorrow we make calls, get lawyers involved, get CPS on our side, build a case so solid that Carl Briggs never sees either of you again.

Jason looked at him. “You really think that’s possible?” “I don’t think it. I know it.” The back door opened. Elena stepped out. “She’s asleep,” Elena said. Poor thing was exhausted. Cried for 10 minutes, then just stopped like she ran out of tears. Jason moved toward the door. “She’s okay,” Elena said.

“She asked for you. I told her you’d be there when she wakes up.” “I will be.” Jason walked into the back room. Through the doorway, Bull saw him pull a chair next to the cot. Sit down. Take Lily’s hand. He wasn’t going anywhere. Elena stood beside Bull. That boy has been carrying her for a long time. Too long.

He’s 15 years old, acting like he’s 30, taking beatings so she doesn’t have to. Running drugs to keep her fed. Elena shook her head. No child should have to do that. No, they shouldn’t. So, what happens now? Bull looked at the back room at Jason holding his sister’s hand in the darkness. Now we fight. The hours crawled past. Ghost made calls.

Razer sent messages. Elena stated close, bringing coffee, checking on the kids, keeping watch in her own way. Around 3:00 a.m., Bull found Jason still awake, still in that chair, still holding Lily’s hand. You need to sleep, Bull said. Can’t. You’re dead on your feet. Someone has to watch the door. Bull pulled up a chair and sat across from him. I’ll take first watch.

You close your eyes for two hours. Jason looked at him, searching, waiting for the catch. Why are you doing this? Jason asked. Really? What’s in it for you? Bull was quiet for a long moment. I had a daughter once, Katie. She was beautiful, smart, had her whole life ahead of her, . He paused.

Drunk driver killed her 8 years ago. She was 19. Jason said nothing. I couldn’t save her. Couldn’t protect her. That’s something I live with every single day. Bull leaned forward. But I can protect you, both of you, and that’s what I’m going to do. Jason’s eyes were wet. He wiped them quickly. I don’t know how to let someone else take watch, Jason admitted.

I’ve been doing it alone for so long. I know, but you’re not alone anymore. Bull’s voice was firm. Now close your eyes. I’ve got this. Jason hesitated, then slowly he leaned back in the chair. His hand stayed in Lily’s. Within minutes, he was asleep. Bull sat there in the darkness, watching, guarding. These weren’t his kids.

He’d known them for 4 hours. But something had changed tonight. Something real. Carl Briggs would come back. There would be lawyers, court battles, maybe worse. Bull was ready for all of it because some things were worth fighting for. Some things were worth everything. And tonight, two kids had knocked on his door asking for one night of safety.

He was going to give them a lifetime. Dawn came slow and gray through the high windows. Bull hadn’t moved from that chair. 4 hours. His back achd. His knees screamed. He didn’t care. Jason stirred first. His eyes snapped open and his hand tightened on Lily’s before his brain caught up with where he was. “Easy,” Bull said. “You’re safe.

” Jason sat up fast, looked at Lily, still sleeping, still breathing. He let out a long breath. What time is it? Almost 7:00. You stayed all night. Told you I would. Jason rubbed his face. The bruises looked worse in daylight. Purple and yellow spreading across his cheekbone. His lip had scabbed over, but it would scar. She didn’t wake up. Jason asked.

Once around 4. Asked for you. I told her you were right there. She went back to sleep. Jason looked at his sister. Something broke open in his face just for a second. Then he pulled it back together. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “Don’tthank me yet. Long day ahead.” The door opened. Elena walked in carrying clothes, jeans, t-shirts, socks, a pair of sneakers that look close to Lily’s size.

Got these from my neighbor’s daughter. She outgrew them last year. Elena set them on the chair. There’s breakfast in the main room. Eggs, toast, coffee. I’m not hungry, Jason said. I didn’t ask if you were hungry. I said there’s breakfast. Elena’s voice was firm but kind. You need to eat, both of you. Whatever’s coming, you can’t face it empty.

Jason opened his mouth to argue, then stopped. Nodded. Lily’s eyes fluttered open. She saw Jason and immediately reached for him. I’m here, he said. I’m right here. I thought it was a dream, Lily whispered. I thought I dreamed we got away. It wasn’t a dream. We’re safe. Really? Really? Elena crouched beside the cot. Good morning, sweetheart.

How are your feet feeling? Lily looked down at the bandages. They don’t hurt much. That’s good. I brought you some clothes. Real shoes, too. Want to get changed and have some breakfast. Lily looked at Jason. That look again, checking for permission. Making sure it was okay. Go ahead, Jason said. I’ll be right outside.

Elena helped Lily up and led her toward the bathroom. Jason watched until the door closed. Bull stood his joints popping like fireworks. Come on, let’s talk while she gets ready. They walked into the main room. Ghost was there nursing a cup of coffee that had probably been his fourth or fifth. Razer sat at the bar phone in hand, texting fast.

Any movement from Carl? Bull asked. Nothing yet, Ghost said. But I’ve got eyes on his trailer. He went home around 2:00. hasn’t left since. He’s planning something. Obviously, question is what? Jason sat down at the table. His hands were shaking again. He pressed them flat against the wood. He won’t stop. Jason said, “You need to understand that Carl doesn’t let things go ever.

He had a guy who owed him $300. 300. Carl broke both his legs and put him in the hospital for a month. Over 300 bucks.” Ghost raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t about the money. It was about making sure everyone knew what happened when you crossed him. Jason’s voice was hollow. That’s what this is about. Not me, not even Lily.

It’s about the fact that I hit him, that I ran. If he lets that go, he looks weak. And Carl can’t look weak. Bull exchanged a glance with Razer. The kid was right. They all knew it. So, what do we do? Ghost asked. We make it so coming after them costs more than letting them go. Bull said. . We make it official.

Get lawyers involved. CPS the FBI if we have to. We build a case so public that Carl can’t touch them without bringing everything down on himself. Razer looked up from his phone. I’ve got a contact. Margaret Thornton. Used to be a family court judge. Retired 10 years back, but she still does advocacy work. Cases like this. She good. Best there is.

And she hates guys like Carl. Lost her son to an overdose 15 years ago. Been fighting dealers ever since. For caller. Razer was already dialing. Elena came out with Lily. The girl looked different in clean clothes, smaller somehow, more fragile. But her hair was brushed and her feet were in real shoes.

And there was something in her eyes that hadn’t been there last night. Hope. Tiny and terrified. But there she walked straight to Jason and pressed against his side. He put his arm around her automatically. “You hungry?” Jason asked. Lily nodded. Elena brought plates, eggs, toast, orange juice. Lily ate slowly at first, then faster, like she just remembered what food was supposed to taste like.

Jason watched her eat. His own plate sat untouched. Hey. Bull pushed the plate closer to him. What did Elena say? Jason picked up a fork, took a bite, chewed mechanically. Good. Bull said. Keep going. The door opened. A woman walked in. 60some, sharp eyes behind wire- rimmed glasses, gray hair cut short and practical.

She carried a worn leather briefcase like it was a weapon. Margaret Thornton, she said. Which one of you is Bull? Bull stood. That’s me. Razer called, said, “You’ve got a situation.” Her eyes moved to Jason and Lily, stopped. “These them?” “Yeah.” Margaret walked closer. Not fast, not slow, measured like she was giving them time to adjust to her presence.

“I’m Margaret,” she said to Jason. “I’m a lawyer. I help kids who need help. Can I sit down?” Jason looked at Bull. Bull nodded. “Okay,” Jason said. Margaret pulled up a chair. She didn’t take out a notepad. didn’t reach for her briefcase, just sat there, handsfolded, looking at them.

I’m not going to lie to you, she said. This is going to be hard. I need to know things you don’t want to tell me. I need to hear things you’ve probably tried to forget. But if you want to stay safe if you want to make sure Carl Briggs never touches either of you again, I need the truth. All of it. Can you do that? Jason’s jaw tightened. Yeah, I can do that.

What about you, sweetheart? Margaret looked at Lily.Think you can talk to me? Lily pressed closer to Jason. Her hand found his and squeezed. I don’t know, she whispered. That’s okay. We’ll go slow. And your brother can stay with you the whole time. Margaret looked at Jason. Let’s start from the beginning. Your mother, when did she die? 14 months ago.

Overdose. We found her in the bathroom. We Jason’s hand tightened on Lily’s. Lily found her. I was at school. She called me. I came home and he stopped, swallowed. I called 911, but it was too late. What happened after that? Social worker came, asked if we had family. We didn’t.

She said we’d have to go into the system, foster care, separate placements because of our ages. But that didn’t happen. No. Carl showed up, said he was mom’s boyfriend, said he’d been away for work, but he was back now. said he’d take care of us. And the social worker believed him. Carl can be charming when he wants to be, and he had papers.

I don’t know if they were real or fake, but they were enough. Margaret’s eyes narrowed. What kind of papers? Power of attorney, emergency guardianship, something like that. The social worker looked at them for maybe 30 seconds and said, “Okay.” Did she follow up home visits check-ins? Once a month later, Carl cleaned up the trailer, made us clean up, too, put food in the fridge.

She stayed for 20 minutes, looked around, asked us if we were okay. We said yes. You lied. Jason’s face hardened. Carl told us what would happen if we didn’t. Margaret nodded slowly. When did the abuse start? Right after that visit. Once he knew CPS wasn’t going to be a problem, he didn’t have to pretend anymore.

What did he do? Jason was quiet for a long moment. Lily pressed her face against his shoulder. The first time I forgot to wash the dishes. He hit me so hard I couldn’t hear out of my left ear for 3 days. Jason’s voice was flat. Dead. After that, it was anything. Looked at him wrong. Made noise while he was sleeping. Didn’t move fast enough. He paused.

Then he figured out I was useful. Started having me run packages. said if I did what he wanted, he’d leave Lily alone. And you believed him. I didn’t have a choice. Margaret looked at Lily. Sweetheart, did Carl ever hurt you before last night? Lily didn’t answer. Her face was still buried against Jason’s shoulder.

Lily, Margaret said gently. I know this is hard, but I need to know. Lily lifted her head. Her eyes were wet. Sometimes, she whispered. When Jason wasn’t home, he’d grab my arm, pull my hair. One time he pushed me and I hit my head on the counter. Jason went rigid. What? You never told me that. You were already getting hurt because of me.

I didn’t want to make it worse. Lily, I’m sorry. Her voice cracked. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I know I should have. Jason pulled her into a hug tight. Fierce. No. No. You don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. Bull had to look away. His chest was too tight.

Margaret gave them a moment. Then she continued, her voice softer now. Last night? What happened last night? Jason took a breath. Carl came home around 10:00. He was messed up. High drunk both probably. He started yelling about something. I don’t even know what. Then he looked at Lily. Looked at her how Bowen different than before.

He looked at her like Jason stopped. His whole body was shaking. He grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward his bedroom. She was screaming. I grabbed a bottle off the counter and hit him hard. He went down. I grabbed Lily and we ran. Did you look back? Once he was getting up, bleeding from his head, but getting up.

That’s when I knew we couldn’t go back ever. Margaret was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice was iron. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m filing for emergency custody today. You’ll both be placed under temporary protective care while we build a case against Carl. I have contacts at CPS who aren’t in anyone’s pocket.

And I have a friend at the FBI field office who’s been looking for a way to take down Carl Briggs for years. This could be it. What about Deputy Warren? Jason asked. Warren’s a problem, but not an insurmountable one. If we can prove he helped cover up Carl’s crimes, he goes down, too. Margaret stood. I need to make some calls.

This is going to move fast. Are you ready for that? Jason looked at Lily. She looked back at him. That trust again, that absolute faith. Yeah, Jason said. We’re ready. Margaret nodded and walked toward the office phone already in hand. Bull sat down across from Jason. She’s the best. If anyone can make this work, it’s her.

But what if it doesn’t work? Jason’s voice was barely above a whisper. What if Carl gets to us before any of that matters? He won’t. You can’t promise that. No, I can’t. Bull leaned forward. But I can promise you this. As long as you’re in this clubhouse, you’re under the protection of the Hell’s Angels. Every member, every brother.

Carl Briggs wants to get to you. He goes through usfirst. All of us. Jason’s eyes were wet. He blinked hard. Wish. What? Why do you care so much about two kids you don’t even know? Bull thought about Katie? About the night he got the call? about the eight years of emptiness that followed “Because I couldn’t save my own daughter,” Bull said quietly.

“But I can save you.” The morning passed in a blur of phone calls in hush conversations. Margaret worked from the office, her voice sharp and commanding. Razer coordinated with members, making sure someone was always watching the gate. Ghost ran surveillance on Carl’s trailer, sending updates every half hour.

Lily stayed close to Jason, always touching him, hand on his arm, shoulder pressed against his, like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go. Around noon, Elena brought lunch. Sandwiches, soup. Lily ate without being asked this time. Progress. I like your bracelet, Lily said suddenly, looking at Elena’s wrist. Elena smiled.

My husband gave it to me 30 years ago. Where is he? He passed away 3 years ago. I’m sorry. Thank you, Miha. Elena sat down beside her. But he’s still with me always. People we love don’t really leave us. They stay here. She touched her chest in our hearts. Lily was quiet for a moment. My mom’s gone, too. I know, sweetheart. Do you think she’s still with me? Elena took Lily’s hand.

I think she’s watching over you right now. I think she’s so proud of you. So proud of how brave you’ve been. Lily’s eyes filled with tears. I don’t feel brave. Being brave doesn’t mean you are not scared. It means you keep going even when you are. Elena squeezed her hand and you kept going. You’re here. That’s the bravest thing of all.

Lily leaned into Elena’s side. Something in her seemed to release just slightly. Just enough. Jason watched them. His throat was tight. She’s good with her. bull said appearing beside him. Yeah, she is. Jason paused. Lily doesn’t trust people easily. Not after everything, but she trusts her.

Elena has that effect on people. What’s her story? Why is she here? Her husband, Rico, was a member, 32 years. He got cancer, lung. By the time they caught it, there was nothing to do. He died in that back room. Bull nodded toward the door, right where you two slept last night. and she stayed. She’s family. Always will be. That doesn’t end just because someone’s gone.

Jason looked at Elena and Lily. At the way Lily was leaning into her, at the way Elena was stroking her hair. I didn’t know families could be like this, Jason said quietly. I thought they were just people who hurt you. Bull felt something twist in his chest. The best families are the ones you choose. The ones who choose you back.

The afternoon brought news. Not good news. Razer came in fast. Phone in hand, face tight. We’ve got a problem. What kind? Carl filed a police report. Said Jason assaulted him and kidnapped his sister. There’s a warrant. Jason went pale. What? He’s got deputy warrant backing him up. Says he’s the legal guardian. Says you attacked him and took Lily against her will.

That’s not what happened. He was going to I know what happened. Razer’s voice was calm. Too calm. But now it’s your word against his. And he’s got a badge on his side. Margaret emerged from the office. I heard. It’s not unexpected. Not unexpected? Jason’s voice cracked. There’s a warrant for my arrest. Which is exactly what Carl wants.

He wants you scared. Wants you to run. Make a mistake. Margaret walked closer. We’re not going to do that. We’re going to def the right way. Help by I’ve already filed counter motions. Emergency protective order for Lily. Abuse allegations against Carl. Request for investigation into Deputy Warren’s involvement. Margaret’s eyes were steel.

Carl thinks he can use the system against you. But he’s about to learn that two can play that game. What do I do? For now, nothing. Stay here. Stay safe. Let me work. The hours crawled by. Jason couldn’t sit still. He paced, checked windows, watched the door. Every engine sound made him freeze. Every phone ring made his heart stop.

Lily watched him from the couch. Her rabbit in her arms. Jason. A yeah. Are the police going to take you away? He stopped pacing, turned to look at her. Her eyes were huge, terrified. No, he said. I’m not going anywhere. Promise? He walked over and knelt in front of her, took her hands in his. I promise no matter what happens, I’m not leaving you. Okay.

Okay. We’re going to get through this together like we always do. She nodded, but he could see the fear still there, still eating at her. Ghost came in around 4:00. His face was grim. What? Bull asked. Carl’s on the move. Left his trailer 20 minutes ago. He’s got three guys with him. Where’s he heading? Don’t know yet, but he’s not coming this way. He’s going toward town.

Town? Why would he? Bull stopped. His face changed. The courthouse. He’s going to the courthouse for what? To make this official. Get a judge to sign off on something. Emergency custody, arrestwarrant, something to give him legal cover. Margaret grabbed her briefcase. I need to get down there now.

If he gets in front of a judge before I do, razor drive her on it. They were out the door in 30 seconds. Bull looked at Ghost. Double the watch. Nobody comes in or out without my say so. Already done. The sun started to set. The clubhouse felt smaller. The shadows longer. Jason sat by the window watching the gate.

Lily had fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from fear and stress and the weight of everything. Bull brought him a cup of coffee. Jason took it but didn’t drink. Staring at that gate isn’t going to make anything happen faster. Bull said. I know. Then why do it? Because it’s all I know how to do. Jason’s voice was raw. Watch. Wait. Be ready.

It’s all I’ve been doing for 14 months. Bull sat down beside him. Tell me about your mother. Jason stiffened. Why? Because I want to know. Because Lily loved her. Because you loved her, too. Even if it’s complicated. Jason was quiet for a long time. She wasn’t always like that. He finally said the drugs.

I mean, when we were little, she was she was good. She used to sing to us, make pancakes on Saturday mornings, read us stories at bedtime. He paused. Then our dad left and something broke inside her. She started using to numb the pain. And the more she used, the more she needed. And the more she needed, the less she was there.

When did it get bad? About 3 years ago, she’d disappear for days, leave us alone. I learned to cook, clean, take care of Lily. By the time I was 12, I was basically running the house. You were a kid. Kids grow up fast when they have to. Bull thought about his own childhood, his own absent father, his own mother working three jobs just to keep the lights on.

Yeah, he said quietly. They do. The phone rang. Everyone in the room jumped. Bull answered. Talk to me. Margaret’s voice was tight. We’ve got a problem. Carl got to Judge Patterson first. He’s issued a temporary custody order in Carl’s favor. Lily has to be returned within 48 hours. That’s not happening. I know.

I’m filing an emergency appeal, but Bull, if we don’t win that appeal, you could be charged with obstruction, harboring a fugitive. This could blow back on the whole club. Bull looked at Jason, at Lily sleeping on the couch, at everything they’d been through in less than 24 hours. I don’t care, he said. And those kids stay here.

Whatever it takes. Silence on the line. Then Margaret spoke again, and for the first time, her voice was warm. I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll call you when I know more. She hung up. Bull put the phone down. Jason was staring at him. What happened? Bull told him. Everything. The custody order, the 48 hours, the appeal.

Jason’s face went white. So, they’re going to take her back. Give her to Carl. No, but you just said I said there’s a custody order. I didn’t say we were going to follow it. But if you don’t, then we don’t. Bull’s voice was iron. Jason, listen to me. There’s legal and there’s right. Sometimes they’re the same thing. Sometimes they’re not.

That judge signed a piece of paper based on lies from a dirty cop and a child abuser. That paper means nothing to me. But the club, the club is behind this. Every single member. We voted this morning while you were sleeping. Unanimous. Bull put a hand on Jason’s shoulder. You’re under our protection, both of you. That’s not changing. Not in 48 hours. Not ever.

Jason’s eyes filled with tears. He tried to blink them away. Couldn’t. I don’t understand, he whispered. I don’t understand why you’d risk everything for us. Bull thought about Katie, about the night she died. About all the years since then, filling the emptiness with engines and leather and a brotherhood that had saved his life more times than he could count.

Because that’s what family does, Bull said. And like it or not, you’re family now. The tears spilled over. Jason wiped them away fast, embarrassed. But he didn’t pull back from Bull’s hand. Thank you, he managed. Thank you. Don’t thank me yet. We’ve got a fight ahead of us. I know. You ready for it? Jason looked at Lily, sleeping, peaceful, safe for the first time in longer than he could remember.

Yeah, he said. I’m ready. Nightfell. The clubhouse went quiet. Ghost took first watch at the gate. Razer patrolled the perimeter. Two prospects manned the back entrance. Bull sat in his chair, watching, waiting, thinking. The phone didn’t ring. Margaret was still working. The appeal was in motion, but nothing was certain. Nothing was safe.

Jason finally slept curled up on the floor beside the couch where Lily lay. His hand rested on the cushion near hers. Even in sleep, he was protecting her. Bull watched them and felt something he hadn’t felt in 8 years. Hope. It was fragile, dangerous. It could break, but it was there, and he was going to do everything in his power to keep it alive. Outside, the wind picked up.

Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked. The night stretched on, and in thedarkness, Carl Briggs was planning his next move. The call came at 4:47 a.m. Bull grabbed the phone on the first ring. He hadn’t been sleeping anyway. Bull. Margaret’s voice was sharp. Urgent. We got the appeal hearing 9:00 this morning. Judge Morrison. Morrison.

Good or bad? Good. She’s clean. No ties to Warren. No history with Carl. A pause. But bull, there’s something else. Something big. What? My FBI contact came through. They’ve been building a case against Carl for 18 months. Drug trafficking, money money laundering, and Margaret’s voice dropped. Human trafficking.

They think he’s been moving girls across state lines. Bull’s blood went cold. Girls, young ones, and the investigation stalled because they couldn’t find anyone willing to testify. But Jason and Lily, they might be the break the feds need. Bull looked across the room. Jason was still asleep on the floor. Lily was still on the couch. Safe for now.

What do you need from us? Get Jason to the courthouse by 9:00. The FBI wants to talk to him before the hearing. If he’s willing to cooperate, this whole thing changes. He’s 15, Margaret. He’s a kid. I know, but he’s also the only witness who’s gotten out alive. Margaret’s voice softened.

I wouldn’t ask if there was another way. Bull ran a hand over his face. I’ll talk to him, but it’s his choice, Mio. That’s all I’m asking. See you at 9. She hung up. Bull sat there in the darkness, phone still in his hand. Human trafficking. Girls, young ones. His stomach turned. He thought about Lily, about what Carl had tried to do that night, about what might have happened if Jason hadn’t grabbed that bottle. Bull, he turned.

Jason was awake, sitting up, eyes alert, despite the exhaustion written across his face. How much did you hear? Enough. Jason’s voice was steady. Too steady. Human trafficking. Girls. Jason. There were others. Jason’s hands were shaking, but his voice wasn’t. girls who came to the trailer sometimes.

Carl said they were relatives, friends, kids, but they never stayed long. A day, two days, then they were gone. He swallowed hard. I didn’t let myself think about what that meant. Bull moved closer, sat down on the floor across from him. You were surviving. You did what you had to do. I should have done something.

Called someone, tried to help them. You were a kid, Jason. You still are. This isn’t on you. Then why does it feel like it is? Bull didn’t have an answer for that. Some guilt couldn’t be talked away. It had to be lived through. The FBI wants to talk to you before the hearing. They think your testimony could help bring Carl down. Not just for what he did to you and Lily, but for all of it.

Jason was quiet for a long moment. Then he looked at Lily, still sleeping, her rabbit clutched to her chest. If I do this, what happens to her? She stays protected. Elena will be with her the whole time and Ghost is staying behind with four other members. Nobody gets in. And if Carl finds out I’m talking to the feds, then he’s got bigger problems than getting his kids back.

Jason nodded slowly. Okay, I’ll do it. You sure this isn’t something you can take back? I know. Jason’s jaw set. But those girls, if I can help them, if I can stop him from doing this to anyone else. He stopped, swallowed. I have to try. Bull felt a swell of something in his chest. Pride. Respect.

This 15-year-old kid had more courage than men twice his age. Get cleaned up. We leave in an hour. Dawn broke gray and cold. Little woke up crying from a nightmare. Jason held her until she calmed down, whispering promises into her hair. “It’s okay. I’m here. Nothing’s going to hurt you.” Elena made breakfast. Toast, eggs, orange juice.

Lily ate slowly, her eyes following Jason everywhere he went. “You’re leaving,” she said. Not a question. Jason knelt in front of her. “Just for a few hours, I have to go talk to some people. Important people who can help us.” “What kind of people? Lawyers? police. The good kind of police. Not like Deputy Warren. Lily’s lip trembled.

What if you don’t come back? I’m coming back. I promise. You always promise. But what if something happens? What if Carl? Oh, hey. Jason took her face in his hands, made her look at him. Nothing is going to happen. Bull is going to be with me the whole time, and Ghost is staying here with you.

Nobody is getting through that gate. Okay. Okay. So, her voice was small, scared. And Elena’s going to be right here. You like Elena, right? Lily nodded. So, you stay with her, read your book, draw some pictures, and before you know it, I’ll be back. Promise? I promise Lily, I’m not leaving you. Not ever. He hugged her tight.

She clung to him like she was drowning, and he was the only solid thing in the world. Bull watched them and felt his heart crack open just a little more. Time to go, he said quietly. Jason stood. Lily grabbed his hand. It’s okay, Elena said, stepping forward. Come, Miha. Let’s go find those colored pencils. You can draw a picture for yourbrother.

Give it to him when he gets back. Lily looked at Jason one more time. He nodded. She let go. Elena led her toward the back room. Jason watched until the door closed. She’s strong, Bull said. stronger than she knows. She shouldn’t have to be. No, she shouldn’t. But she is, and that’s going to save her. They walked out into the cold morning air.

Razer had the truck running. Ghost stood by the gate, arms crossed, watching the road. Anything? Bull asked. Quiet. Too quiet. Ghost’s jaw was tight. I don’t like it. Keep your eyes open. We’ll be back by noon. Be careful, Bull. Carl knows something’s happening. He’s not going to sit back and wait.

Bull nodded and climbed into the truck. Jason followed. Razer pulled out and the gates closed behind them. The drive to the courthouse took 40 minutes. Jason didn’t speak. He sat in the back seat staring out the window, his knee bouncing with a nervous energy. Bull turned around. You okay? No, that’s the right answer.

The courthouse was already busy when they arrived. Margaret met them at the side entrance, flanked by two men in dark suits. Jason, this is Agent Reynolds and Agent Cooper. F Jason looked at them. They looked back at him with eyes that had seen too much. We appreciate you coming forward, Reynolds said. We know this isn’t easy.

I’m not doing it for you, Jason said. I’m doing it for the girls, the ones I couldn’t help. Reynolds nodded. Something shifted in his face. Respect. Fair enough. Let’s talk. They let him into a small room. Chairs, a table, recording equipment. Jason sat down and looked at Bull. Stay. It came out smaller than he intended.

I’m not going anywhere. For the next 2 hours, Jason talked. He told them everything. The packages he’d delivered, the addresses, the men who’d come to Carl’s trailer in the middle of the night, the girls who’d appeared and disappeared like ghosts. He talked about the money he’d seen, stacks of it, more than a small-time meth dealer should have.

He talked about Deputy Warren’s visits, the envelopes that changed hands, the way Warren always looked away when he saw Jason’s bruises. He talked about the bedroom, Carl’s bedroom, the one with the lock on the outside, the one where the girls had stayed before they vanished. By the time he finished, Agent Reynolds was leaning forward, his jaw tight.

This is exactly what we needed. Reynolds said, “With your testimony, we can take this to a grand jury. Get indictments, arrest warrants for Carl, for Carl. For Warren, for everyone in his network. How long will that take?” Reynolds hesitated. These things move slow. Weeks, maybe months. Jason’s face fell. So, he’s still out there, still free for now.

But Jason, what you’ve given us today, this changes everything. You should be proud. I’ll be proud when Lily’s safe. Really safe. Margaret checked her watch. The custody hearing is in 20 minutes. We need to move. They walked to the courtroom. Jason’s heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.

The doors opened. The room was already full. And sitting at the plaintiff’s table wearing a suit that didn’t fit and a smile that made Jason’s skin crawl was Carl Briggs. Their eyes met. Carl’s smile widened. He mouthed two words. You’re dead. Jason’s blood turned to ice. Bull’s hand landed on his shoulder. Focus.

Don’t let him see you scared. I’m not scared. Good, because he wants you to be. Don’t give a him that. They sat down at the defense table. Margaret arranged her papers. A moment later, the baiff called for everyone to rise. Judge Morrison entered. 60s, sharp eyes, nononsense expression. She sat down and studied the room.

This is an emergency custody hearing regarding the minor children, Jason Cole, age 15, and Lily Cole, age nine. I’ve reviewed the filings from both parties. Her eyes moved to Carl. Mr. Briggs, you’re claiming these children were taken from your home by force. Carl stood. His lawyer, a wiry man with nervous hands, stood with him. That’s correct, your honor.

My stepson assaulted me and fled with my stepdaughter. I have legal guardianship. I just want my kids back. And you? The judge turned to Jason. You’re the stepson in question. Jason stood. His legs felt like rubber. Yes, your honor. Care to explain why you assaulted your stepfather and ran away with your sister? Jason’s mouth went dry.

He looked at Margaret. She nodded. because he was getting to hurt her, Jason said worse than he had ever heard her before. What do you mean by that? He grabbed her, started dragging her to his bedroom. She was screaming. Jason’s voice cracked, so I hit him with a bottle and I took her and ran. Carl’s lawyer jumped up.

Your honor, this is exactly the kind of manipulation we expected. The boy is troubled. He’s been in fights at school, has a record with juvenile services. He’s clearly fabricating. Sit down, Mr. Palmer. Judge Morrison’s voice cut like a knife. I’ll decide who’s fabricating what. She turned back to Jason. You’re saying Mr.

Briggs attempted to sexually assault your sister? Yes, your honor. That’s a lie. Carl was on his feet. I would never touch that girl. He’s making this up to cover his own. Mr. Briggs. The judge’s eyes were cold. Sit down and be quiet or I will hold you in contempt. This is your only warning. Carl sat, but his eyes never left Jason.

The hatred in them was pure and undisguised. Margaret stood. Your honor, I’d like to submit medical evidence into the record. Lily Cole was examined yesterday by a licensed physician. The exam revealed multiple bruises consistent with physical abuse, including finger-shaped marks on her upper arm. Additionally, there are older injuries, healed fractures, scarring that suggest a pattern of long-term abuse.

She handed the documents to the baiff who passed them to the judge. Judge Morrison studied them. Her expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes hardened. Mr. Palmer, does your client have an explanation for these injuries? Carl’s lawyer fumbled. The children are active. Roughousing accidents happen. Finger-shaped bruises, Mr. Palmer.

from Rough Housing. Your honor, we would need time to review these documents, and you’ve had two days. The judge set the papers down. I’ve seen enough. Carl jumped up again. This is a setup. They’re trying to take my kids. I have rights. Mr. Briggs, I told you to be quiet. No, I’m not going to sit here while these people. Baleiff.

Two officers moved toward Carl. He shoved one of them. The other grabbed his arm. In seconds, he was being wrestled to the floor. Get off me. Get off me. This isn’t over. You hear me, Jason? This isn’t over. They dragged it out. His screams echoed down the hallway until a door slammed shut. The courtroom was silent. Judge Morrison took a breath.

Well, that was illuminating. She looked at Jason. Young man, based on the evidence presented and Mr. Briggs’s outburst, I’m granting temporary emergency custody to Mrs. is Elena Vasquez with the Hell’s Angels Motorcycle Club designated as supporting guardians. Mr. Briggs’s custody claim is denied pending full investigation.

A CPS case worker will be assigned to monitor the children’s welfare. Jason’s knees nearly buckled so we can stay. She’s safe. For now, yes, this is a temporary order. There will be a full hearing in 60 days, but until then, those children remain under protective custody. The judge’s voice softened. You did the right thing, son. It took courage.

Thank you, your honor. The gavvel came down. It was over. Jason turned to Bull. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t find words for what he was feeling. Bull just nodded once. That was enough. They walked out of the courthouse into the afternoon sun. Margaret was already on her phone making arrangements. Agent Reynolds appeared beside them.

We’ve got Carl in holding. Assault on a court officer. He’s not going anywhere for at least 48 hours. And after that, we’re moving fast. The grand jury convenes tomorrow. If they indict, he’s done. Bull’s phone rang. He looked at the screen. Ghost. Yeah. Ghost’s voice was tight. Wrong. Bull, we’ve got a problem.

What kind of problem? Someone cut through the back fence. Three guys. They tried to get into the clubhouse. Bull’s blood went cold. Oh, yeah. Lily, where where’s Lily? She’s okay. Elena got her into the safe room. But Bull, they weren’t trying to take her then. What were they trying to do? A pause. Too long. They set a fire. Back of the building.

We got it out. But Bull. Ghost’s voice cracked. They left a message painted on the wall. What message? Return what’s ours or burn with them. Bull’s hand tightened on the phone. Is everyone okay? Yeah, shaken up, but okay. Lily’s asking for Jason. She scared Bull. Really scared. We’re on our way. He hung up.

Jason was staring at him, face pale. What happened? Bull told him. Everything. The fence, the fire, the message. Jason’s face went white, then red, then something beyond either. He tried to burn them while I wasn’t there. He tried to He failed. Everyone’s okay. But he tried. He actually Jason’s voice broke. I should have been there. I should have.

You were doing what you needed to do. And Ghost handled it. Bull grabbed his shoulders, made him focus. Listen to me. This isn’t over. Carl’s got people working for him. And even with him in a cell, they’ll follow orders. We need to get back now. They ran for the truck. The drive back felt like hours.

Every red light was torture. Every slow car was an obstacle. Jason sat rigid in his seat, his hands balled into fists. “I’m going to kill him,” Jason said quietly. “If he hurts her, I’m going to kill him myself.” “No.” Bull’s voice was firm. “You’re going to stay smart. Stay focused. That’s how you protect her.” Being smart didn’t stop them from trying to burn down the building with her inside.

No, but it got us here. got us this far and it’s going to get us the rest of the way. The clubhouse came into view. Jason was out of the truck before it fully stopped. He ran through the gate, pastthe member standing guard, past Ghost, who tried to say something straight to the safe room door. Lily, Lily, it’s me.

The door opened. Elena stood there, face drawn. Behind her, pressed into the corner was Lily. She looked up, saw Jason, and burst into tears. He was across the room in two steps, scooping her up, holding her so tight she squeaked. I’m here. I’m here. I’ve got you. They came. Lily sobbed. Bad men came. There was smoke and yelling.

And Elena grabbed me and we hid. And I was so scared. Jason, I was so scared. I know. I know. But you’re okay. You’re okay now. Don’t leave again. Please don’t leave again. I won’t. I promise. I’m not going anywhere. He held her while she cried. Held her until the sobs turned to hiccups. Held her until she fell asleep in his arms, exhausted from terror.

Bull stood in the doorway watching. Ghost appeared beside him. We caught one of them. He’s in the back talking. Not yet, but he will. Bull nodded. Make sure of it. What about Carl? Carl’s in county lockup, but he’s still giving orders somehow. We need to find out how. And then Bull looked at Jason holding his sister like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

And then we end this once and for all. The night brought answers. The man they’d caught was named Danny Flores. Small time, desperate, the kind of guy who did whatever he was paid to do without asking questions. Ghost brought him to Bull. The man was bloody, scared, ready to talk. Warren, Danny gasped. Deputy Warren, he came to us and after Carl got arrested, said there was a wa said if we scared the kids enough, they’d run.

Go back to Carl on their own. Where’s Warren now? I don’t know. I swear he just gave us money and told us what to do. How much money? 5,000 each. Bull leaned in close. 15,000 to burn down a building with a child inside. That the going rate for attempted murder these days? Danny’s face crumbled. I didn’t know there was a kid in there. I swear.

Warren said it was empty. Said we were just sending a message. Well, message received. Bull stood. Ghost call Reynolds. Tell him we’ve got a witness who will testify against a deputy warren and tell him we need the FBI here tonight because this ends now. Agent Reynolds arrived within the hour. He took Dany into custody, took his statement, made calls.

By midnight, Deputy Warren was in handcuffs. By morning, the grand jury had indicted Carl Briggs on 17 counts. Drug trafficking, money money laundering, human trafficking, child abuse, assault, conspiracy. He wasn’t getting out. Not ever. The news reached the clubhouse just after sunrise. Bull found Jason on the front steps watching the sun come up. It’s done. Bull said.

Carl’s been indicted. Warren, too. They’re both going away for a very long time. Jason didn’t respond, just sat there staring at nothing. Jason, I keep waiting to wake up. His voice was hollow. Keep waiting for this to all be a dream. For Carl to walk through that gate and tell me it’s time to go. That’s not going to happen.

I know, but knowing and believing are different things. Bull sat down beside him. It’s going to take time. what you’ve been through that doesn’t just go away but you’re safe now both of you and you’ve got people who care about you people who aren’t going anywhere while Jason finally looked at him why did you do all this risk everything for two kids you didn’t even know Bull thought about Katie about the night she died about all the years since building walls around his heart to keep out the pain because you knocked on my door he said simply and I could help so

I That’s it. That’s it. Bull paws. And maybe mom, I maybe I needed to save someone. After all the ones I couldn’t. Jason was quiet for a long moment. Thank you, he said finally. For everything. Don’t thank me. Thank yourself. You’re the one who had the courage to run, to protect your sister, to testify.

Bull put a hand on his shoulder. You saved her. Jason, not me. you. The door opened behind them. Lily came out, rubbing her eyes, her rabbit dragging on the ground behind her. Jason, what are you doing? Watching the sunrise. Want to watch with me? She sat down beside him, pressing close to his side.

He put his arm around her. Is the bad man gone? She asked quietly. “Yeah, Lily, the bad man’s gone forever. Forever.” She was quiet for a moment. Then she looked up at that hymn with those big trusting eyes. So what happens now? Jason looked at Bull. Bull looked back. Now Jason pulled her closer. Now we figure out what comes next. Together. The sun climbed higher.

The first real day of their new life had begun. 3 weeks passed. The longest 3 weeks of Jason’s life. Not because they were bad, because they were good. And he didn’t know how to trust good. Every morning he woke up expecting the floor to drop out from under him, expecting Carl to walk through the door, expecting someone to tell him it was all a mistake and they had to go back.

It never happened. But the fear didn’t leave. Elena noticed. Of course she did. Shenoticed everything. “You didn’t sleep again,” she said, setting a plate of eggs in front of him. “Third night in a row. I slept a little. An hour here and there isn’t sleeping, Miha.” Jason pushed the eggs around his plate. I’m fine. You’re not fine, and that’s okay.

When Elena sat down across from him. What you’ve been through, it doesn’t just disappear because the danger is gone. The body remembers. The mind remembers. It takes time. How much time? As much as it needs. That wasn’t the answer he wanted. He wanted a number, a deadline, something concrete to hold on to.

Lily came running in her rabbit bouncing behind her. She’d gotten new clothes, new shoes. Elena had taken her shopping 3 days ago, and she’d come back with bags and a smile so wide it hurt to look at. Jason Elena said, “We can make cookies today. Real cookies. That’s great, Lily. Will you help?” He looked at her face. Bright, hopeful, so different from the hollowedeyed girl who’d stood in that doorway 3 weeks ago.

Yeah, he said. I’ll help. She threw her arms around his neck. He held her and tried to feel what she was feeling. Tried to believe in this the way she did. He couldn’t. Not yet. But he was learning. Bull found him later that afternoon sitting on the back steps watching Razer work on a bike. You’re thinking too loud, Bull said sitting down beside him. Sorry. Don’t apologize.

Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. Jason was quiet for a long moment. I don’t know how to do this. Do what? This normal, whatever this is. He gestured vaguely at everything around them. Everyone keeps being nice to me, feeding me, giving me things, and I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.

What other shoe bias? The part where you want something, the part where I have to pay for all this. Bull’s jaw tightened. That what you’re used to. People wanting something in return. That’s how it works. That’s how it’s it’s always worked. Not here, not with us. Why not? What makes you different? It bull leaned back, studied the sky for a moment.

When I was your age, I was a lot like you. Angry, scared, didn’t trust anyone. My old man was a drunk. Used to beat me and my brother every time he got fired from a job, which was often. Bull paused. I ran away when I was 16. Ended up on the streets. Did things I’m not proud of just to survive.

What changed? I met a guy named Hank. He was a mechanic. Had a shop on the east side. He caught me trying to steal tools from his garage. I thought he was going to call the cops. Instead, he offered me a job. Just like that. Just like that. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t want anything except for me to show up and work hard.

Took me two years to stop waiting for him to turn on me. Bull looked at Jason. He never did. And when he died, he left me that shop. It’s gone now, but it’s where all this started, where the club started. So, you’re doing this because someone did it for you. I’m doing this because it’s the right thing to do. And because I know what it feels like to be where you are, that fear you’re carrying.

I carried it too for a long time. And does it ever go away? It gets quieter. You learn to live with it. And eventually, you learn to trust again. Bull stood. Come on. Ghost wants to show you something. They walked to the garage where Ghost was waiting with a tool belt and a set of wrenches. Time for your first lesson. Ghost said.

Lesson in what? Fixing things. Ghost nodded toward a bike in the corner. Old, rusted, barely recognizable as a motorcycle. That’s yours if you can get it running. Jason stared at him. Mine? Every member needs a bike. You’re not a member yet, but consider this your application. I don’t know anything about motorcycles.

That’s why I’m going to teach you. Ghost handed him the tool belt. Start with the basics. Take the engine apart. Clean every piece. Put it back together. I’ll show you what goes where. Jason took the belt. It was heavier than he expected. Why are you doing this? Ghost’s expression didn’t change.

Because you need something to focus on. Something that’s yours. something you can build with your own hands. He paused. And because I know what it’s like to have nothing, this gives you something. Jason looked at the bike, rusty, broken, forgotten, like him. Okay, he said, “Show me what to do.” The days started to blur together.

Mornings with Elena, afternoons with Ghost, evenings watching Lily laugh and play like a normal kid for the first time in years. Sandra, the CPS case worker, came by twice a week. She was younger than Jason expected. Kind eyes, patient voice. She asked questions but didn’t push. Listen more than she talked.

You’re doing well, she said during her third visit. Both of you, better than I expected, honestly. What did you expect? Honestly, I expected trauma responses, nightmares, behavioral issues, the usual signs of kids who’ve been through what you’ve been through. Lily has nightmares sometimes. That’s normal. It would be strange if she didn’t. Sandra paused.What about you? Jason shrugged.

I’m fine. You keep saying that, but fine isn’t an answer. It’s a wall. He looked at her. Really looked. Something in her eyes told him she’d seen through the walls like his before. I don’t sleep much, he admitted. Every time I close my eyes, I’m back there waiting for him to come home waiting for the next bad thing. That’s PTSD.

Post-traumatic stress. It’s treatable. I’m not crazy. I didn’t say you were. PTSD doesn’t mean you’re crazy. It means your brain is trying to protect you from something that isn’t there anymore. It’s a survival mechanism. Sandra leaned forward. There are people who can help. therapists who specialize in trauma. Would you be willing to talk to someone? Jason’s first instinct was to say no.

Therapy was for weak people, for people who couldn’t handle their own problems. But then he thought about the sleepless nights, the fear that never left. The way his heart raced every time a car pulled up to the gate. Maybe, he said, we’ll think about it. That’s all I’m asking. That night, Lily had another nightmare.

Jason heard her crying and was in her room before his brain caught up with his body. She was tangled in the blankets, tears streaming down her face, calling his name. I’m here. He sat on the edge of her bed, pulled her into his arms. I’m right here. He was coming, she sobbed. He was coming to get me, and I couldn’t run. My legs wouldn’t work.

It was just a dream. He’s not coming. He can’t hurt you anymore. But what if he does? What if he gets out? What if he’s not getting out? The police have him. He’s going to be in prison for a very long time. Promise? I promise. She clung to him until the shaking stopped, until her breathing slowed, until her eyes grew heavy again.

“Will you stay?” she whispered. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” He lay down beside her, his back against the wall, one hand resting on her shoulder. She fell asleep almost immediately. Jason didn’t. He stared at the ceiling and thought about what Sandra had said. Maybe he did need help. Maybe this wasn’t something he could fix on his own.

The thought scared him, but not as much as the thought of feeling this way forever. The next morning, he found Elena in the kitchen. “I want to see a therapist,” he said just like that. No preamble, no explanation. Elena didn’t look surprised. “I’ll make some calls.” “You’re not going to ask why. I don’t need to.

You wouldn’t be asking if you didn’t need it. She sat down the coffee pot and looked at him at him. I’m proud of you, Miha. For what? For asking for help. That’s the hardest part. Her first appointment was scheduled for the following Tuesday. A woman named Dr. Patricia Webb, Sandra had recommended her, said she was the best.

The drive there was quiet. Elena took him. Bull offered, but Jason said he needed to do this with someone softer. Bull understood. Doctor Webb’s office was in a small building on the edge of town. Nothing fancy. Plants in the windows, soft lighting. She met him at the door. 50some, gray hair, warm smile that didn’t feel forced.

Jason, thanks for coming. Want some water? Sure. They sat in her office. Comfortable chairs, no couch. Jason had expected a couch for some reason. So, Dr. Webb said, “Where do you want to start?” “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. That’s okay. There’s no right way. We can talk about whatever you want or we can sit in silence. It’s your time.

Jason fidgeted with his hands. I don’t sleep like at all. And when I do, I have nightmares. And even when nothing’s wrong, I feel like something’s about to go wrong. Like I’m always waiting for the next bad thing. That sounds exhausting. It is. Tell me about the nightmares. What happens in them? Jason didn’t want to answer.

The words felt stuck in his throat. But something about the way she looked at him, patient understanding, not judging, made it easier. It’s always the same. I’m back at Carl’s trailer. Lily screaming. I can hear her, but I can’t find her. I’m running through the halls and every door I open is wrong. And then I find her and it’s too late.

He’s already He couldn’t finish. You feel responsible for her, Dr. Webb said. Not a question. I am responsible for her. I’ve been responsible for her since I was 12. That’s a lot of weight for a 12-year-old to carry. Someone had to. I know. And you did. You protected her. You got her out. You saved her. Dr.

Webb leaned forward. But Jason, you’re 15. You shouldn’t have had to do any of that. The adults in your life failed you. Both of you. That’s not your fault. It doesn’t feel that way. I know. That’s what we’re going to work on. Jason left the appointment feeling rung out, like someone had reached inside him and twisted everything loose, but also strangely lighter.

How was it? Elena asked in the car. Hard, but good, I think. I don’t know. Progress isn’t always comfortable, but it is still progress. Weeks turned into a month, then two. Jason kept seeing Dew Webb. Twice a week at first, then once a week.The nightmares didn’t stop, but they came less often. The fear didn’t disappear, but it got quieter.

Just like Bull had said. He worked on the bike every day. Ghost was patient, methodical, taught him everything. How to take apart an engine, how to clean a carburetor, how to identify worn parts and replace them. The bike started to look like something, not pretty, not yet, but functional, real. You’re a natural, Ghost said one afternoon, watching Jason reassemble the transmission. I’ve had a good teacher.

Nah, this is all you. The hands, the patience. That can’t be taught. Jason wiped grease on his jeans and looked at what he’d built. Something swelled in his chest. Pride, maybe. He wasn’t sure. It had been so long since he’d felt it. Ghost. Yeah. Why’d you stay with the club? I mean, after everything.

Ghost was quiet for a moment. Same reason you are still here. Found something worth staying for. What was that? Family. The real kind. The kind that doesn’t hurt you. Ghost handed him a wrench. Now finish that transmission. We’ve got work to do. Lily was thriving. There was no other word for it.

She’d started school again. A small private school Sandra had found, one that specialized in kids with difficult backgrounds. She’d been nervous the first day. clung to Jason until he literally had to peel her fingers off his arm. But she came home smiling, talking about art class and a girl named Sophie, who liked the same book she did. Jason, look.

She held up a drawing, a motorcycle red and black with a dragon painted on the side. Is that my bike? It’s going to be your bike when you finish it. I like the dragon. I thought you would, she grinned. Elena says I have artistic talent. Elena’s right. The drawing went on the fridge right next to the grocery list in a photo of Rico that Elena kept there.

Family. Jason thought this is what family feels like. He still wasn’t sure he trusted it, but he was starting to want to. The trial date was set for 3 months out. Carl Briggs would face 17 federal counts. Deputy Warren would be tried separately on corruption charges. Margaret came by regularly with updates.

The case was solid. Multiple witnesses, physical evidence, Carl’s own financial records. He’s going away for life, Margaret said. Maybe longer. There’s something longer than life. Multiple life sentences consecutive. He won’t see daylight again. Jason should have felt relieved. He did mostly. But there was something else, too.

a cold knot in his stomach that wouldn’t go away. I have to testify, he said. Don’t I? Yes. Both trials. I’m sorry, Jason. I know it’s not easy. Will he be there in the courtroom? Yes. The not Titan. You won’t be alone, Margaret said. I’ll be there. Bull will be there. Everyone who cares about you will be there.

And you’ll have a screen separating you from the defendants. You won’t have to look at him if you don’t want to. But he’ll be looking at me. Yes, he will. Jason nodded. He’d known this was coming. Had known since the day he first talked to Agent Reynolds. But knowing and facing were different things. I can do it, he said, more to himself than to Margaret.

I have to. You don’t have to do anything if you can’t. No, those girls, the ones Carl hurt, the ones who disappeared. Jason’s voice hardened. They can’t speak for themselves, so I have to speak for them. Margaret’s eyes softened. You’re a brave young man, Jason Cole. I’m not brave.

I’m just doing what needs to be done. That’s the same thing. Bull found him that night sitting in the garage staring at the bike. Heard about the trial. News travels fast. Small community. Bull sat down on an overturned crate. How are you feeling? Scared, angry, everything. That’s normal. Is it normal to want to run to grab Lily and disappear and never look back? That’s normal, too, of a moment.

But you’re not going to do it. How do you know? Because you’re still here because you keep showing up. Because every time life gives you a reason to quit, you don’t. Jason picked up a wrench, turned it over in his hands. What if I mess up? What if I get on that stand and freeze? What if Carl walks free because I couldn’t stop? Bull’s voice was firm.

You’re not going to freeze. You’re not going to mess up. And Carl is not walking free. Not with the evidence they have. Your testimony is important, but it’s not everything. Then why does it feel like everything? Because you care. Because you want to do right by those girls, by Lily, by yourself. Bull lean forward. That’s exactly what makes you the right person to do this. Jason set down the wrench.

I’m tired, Bull. I’m so tired of fighting. I know, but this is the last fight. After this, it’s over. Really over. And then you can rest. You promise? Bull put a hand on his shoulder. I promise. Jason wanted to believe him. Wanted it more than anything. So, he chose to. The night before the trial, Jason couldn’t sleep.

He sat by Lily’s bed, watching her breathe. Peaceful, safe, everything he’dfought for. Tomorrow he would walk into a courtroom, sit in front of a jury, tell strangers the worst moments of his life, and Carl Briggs would be watching. You’re staring again. Lily’s voice was sleepy, but aware. Sorry.

Go back to sleep. I can’t. Not when you’re being weird. Jason smiled despite himself. I’m not being weird. Yes, you are. You always get weird when you’re scared. I’m not scared. Lily sat up. Even in the darkness, he could see her expression. the look she gave when she knew he was lying. It’s okay to be scared, she said.

Elena says so. Elena says a lot of things. She’s usually right. Lily scooted closer. Are you scared about tomorrow? A little because of Carl. Yeah, I’m scared, too. Her voice was small. What if he gets out? What if he comes back? He won’t. The judge won’t let him. And even if he did, Bull wouldn’t let him get anywhere near you.

But what about you? Who protects you? Jason felt his heart crack. I can take care of myself. That’s what you always say. But you’re not invincible, Jason. You’re just a person. You can get hurt, too. When had she gotten so wise? When had his little sister started seeing things he couldn’t? I’ll be okay, he said. I promise. You better.

She leaned against his shoulder. Because I need you. You’re the only family I have left. That’s not true. We have Elena, Bull, Ghost, everyone. I know, but you’re my real family. My brother. Nothing changes that. Jason pulled her close. Nothing ever will. They sat there in the darkness. Two kids who’d been through hell.

Two kids who’d somehow come out the other side. Tomorrow would be hard. The hardest day of his life, probably. But he wasn’t alone anymore. and that made all the difference. The morning of the trial arrived cold and gray. Jason stood in front of the mirror, fumbling with a tie he didn’t know how to nod. His hands were shaking.

They hadn’t stopped shaking since he woke up at 4:00 a.m. drenched in sweat from dreams he couldn’t remember. Bull appeared in the doorway. Need help. I can’t get it right. Bull walked over and took the tie from him. His hands were steady. Practiced in 30 seconds. It was perfect. My dad taught me that. Bull said right before I punched him in the face and left home. Always thought it was funny.

The one useful thing he ever gave me was how to dress for his funeral. Did you go to his funeral? No, he didn’t deserve that. Jason looked at himself in the mirror. He barely recognized the person staring back. Clean shirt, tie, jacket Elena had found at a thrift store and altered to fit him perfectly.

He looked like someone who had his life together. He felt like someone who was about to fall apart. I don’t know if I can do this. Yes, you do. What if I freeze? What if I get up there and forget everything? You won’t. How do you know? Bull turned him around so they were face to face. Because you’ve been through worse.

You faced Carl when he was right in front of you. When he could hurt you. Today there’s going to be guards, lawyers, a judge, glass between you and him. Bull’s voice was iron. He has no power over you anymore, Jason. Not unless you give it to him. Jason swallowed hard. I’m still scared. Good. Fear means you’re taking this seriously, but don’t let it control you.

Bull squeezed his shoulder. You’re ready. I know it. Everyone knows it now. You just need to believe it, too. The drive to the courthouse was silent. Elena sat in the back with Lily. The little girl had insisted on coming. Sandra said it wasn’t appropriate for a child her age. But Lily had looked at Jason with those eyes, the ones that could make him do anything, and he’d caved.

“I want to be there for you,” she’d said, like you’ve always been there for me. So, she was here, wearing a dress Elena had bought her, hair braided, rabbit left at home for the first time since they’d arrived at the clubhouse. She was growing up, whether Jason was ready for it or not. They pulled into the courthouse parking lot.

Ghost and Razer had arrived ahead of them. Margaret was waiting on the steps briefcase in hand expression unreadable. How are we looking? Bull asked. Jury’s been seated. Carl’s attorney tried to file a last minute motion to dismiss. Judge Morrison shut it down in about 30 seconds. Margaret allowed herself a small smile. She’s not happy with the games they’ve been playing. And Carl, shackled, guarded.

He won’t be able to move without six people knowing about it. Jason’s stomach churned. When do I go on? You’re the third witness. FBI goes first, then the medical examiner, then you. Margaret put a hand on his arm. You’re going to do fine, Jason. Just tell the truth. That’s all you have to do. They walked inside.

The courtroom was fuller than Jason expected. reporters, spectators, people he didn’t recognize filling every seat. All of them here to watch Carl Briggs finally answer for what he’d done. And there at the defendant’s table was Carl himself. He looked smaller than Jason remembered, thinner. His suit was cheapand ill-fitting.

His hair had been cut, but not styled. Prison had not been kind to him. Their eyes met. Carl smiled. That same smile he used to give right before he hit Jason. the one that said he was enjoying this, that he knew something Jason didn’t. Jason’s blood went cold. Then he felt Lily’s hand slip into his. Small, warm, trusting. He looked down at her.

She was staring at Carl, too, but there was no fear in her eyes, just determination. “He’s not scary anymore,” she whispered. “He’s just a man.” Jason squeezed her hand. She was right. Carl was just a man. a cruel, broken man who had hurt them for years, but just a man. And today that man was going to pay. They took their seats in the gallery.

Bull on one side, Elena on the other, Ghost and Razor behind them, a wall of protection. The judge entered. Everyone rose. The proceedings began. Agent Reynolds took the stand first. He spoke for over an hour, laying out the case in meticulous detail. the drug trafficking, the moneyaundering, the network of buyers and sellers Carl had built over 10 years. Then he got to the girls.

Between 2019 and 2024, we’ve identified 17 young women who passed through Carl Briggs’s operation. Most were runaways, homeless, vulnerable. They were moved across state lines and sold to the highest bidder. The courtroom was silent, heavy. Even the reporters had stopped writing. Of those 17, we’ve been able to locate and rescue nine.

The other eight, Reynolds paused. We’re still searching. Jason felt sick. 17 girls. He’d only seen a handful. The ones who’d come to the trailer late at night and disappeared before morning. He’d known something was wrong. He’d always known, but he’d been too scared to do anything about it. Guilt crawled up his throat like acid. Elena must have sensed it.

She put her hand over his. That wasn’t your fault, she whispered. You were a child. I could have. No, you couldn’t. The only thing you could do was survive and get Lily out. And you did. Jason wanted to believe her. He wasn’t sure he ever would. The medical examiner went next. Dr. Sarah Chen. She was clinical professional.

She talked about Lily’s injuries in technical terms that somehow made them worse. Multiple contusions consistent with grabbing and restraint. healed fractures in the left wrist and two ribs, scarring on the upper back consistent with being struck with a belt or similar object. Jason’s hands clenched into fists. Based on your examination, the prosecutor asked, “What is your professional opinion regarding the treatment this child received? She was systematically abused over an extended period.

The injury showed different stages of healing, indicating repeated incidents over months or years. This was not accidental. This was deliberate sustained abuse. Carl’s lawyer tried to object. The judge overruled him. Then it was Jason’s turn. The prosecution calls Jason Cole to the stand. Jason stood. His legs felt like water. Bull caught his arm.

You’ve got this. We’re right here. Jason nodded and walked toward the witness stand. Every step felt like a mile. Every eye in the room was on him. He sat down. The bailiff approached with a Bible. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God. I do. The prosecutor, a woman named Katherine Wells, approached.

She’d prepped him for this, told him what questions she’d ask, but knowing and doing were different things. Jason, can you tell the court your relationship to the defendant? He was my stepfather, my mother’s boyfriend. When did he come into your life? two weeks after my mother died about 14 months ago. And what happened after he arrived? Jason took a breath. This was it.

The story he told a dozen times into lawyers and agents and doctors, but never like this. Never with Carl watching. At first, it seemed okay. He paid the rent, bought groceries, let us stay in school. Jason paused. Then it changed. changed how he started using me, making me deliver packages for him, drugs, pills, whatever he needed moved.

He said if I didn’t do it, he’d turn us over to CPS. We’d be split up. I’d never see Lily again. Did he threaten you physically? Yes. The first time I talked back to him, he hit me so hard I couldn’t hear out of my left ear for 3 days. Murmurs rippled through the courtroom. The judge called for order. And these deliveries, how often did you make them? Two or three times a week, sometimes more.

Did you ever get caught? Once Deputy Warren picked me up, but Carl came down and talked to him and suddenly nothing happened. No report, no charges, like it never happened. And what about Lily, your sister? Did Carl ever harm her? Jason’s voice caught. He hit her sometimes when I wasn’t home. She didn’t tell me at first because she didn’t want me to worry.

When did you find out? After we left. She told me about things I didn’t know. Times when he grabbed her, pushed her. One time he slammed her head into a counter. And the night youleft, what happened? This was the part Jason had been dreading. The part that played on repeat in his nightmares. Carl came home around 10:00.

He was high, drunk, too, probably. He started yelling about something. I don’t even remember what. Then he looked at Lily, looked at her helping different than before. Like Jason stopped, swallowed like she was something he wanted. The courtroom was dead silent. What happened next? He grabbed her arm, started dragging her toward his bedroom.

She was screaming, crying, begging him to stop. Jason’s voice cracked. So I grabbed a bottle off the counter, and hit him as hard as I could. He went down. and I grabbed Lily and ran. Where did you go? The Hell’s Angel’s Clubhouse. I’d heard Carl was scared of them. It was the only place I could think of where he might not follow.

Catherine Wells turned toward the jury. Jason, I know this is difficult, but I have to ask. In your time living with Carl Briggs, did you ever see other children at his residence? Yes. How many? I don’t know, maybe six or seven. Girls, mostly young. He said they were relatives, friends, kids, but they never stayed long. Did you ever see what happened to them? No.

They’d be there one day gone the next. I didn’t let myself think about what that meant. And now, what do you think it meant? Carl’s lawyer jumped up. Objection. Speculation. Overruled. Judge Morrison said. The witness may answer. Jason looked directly at Carl for the first time since he’d taken the stand.

I think he sold them like he sold drugs, like he sold everything because to him, people weren’t people. They were just things to use. Carl’s smile finally cracked. Something dark flickered behind his eyes. Rage, pure and hot. Nothing further, your honor. Catherine Wells sat down. Carl’s lawyer stood up. Richard Palmer.

Jason had been warned about him, and he was good at making victims look like liars. Mr. Cole, isn’t it true that you have a history of violent behavior? No, really, because I have records here showing you were in three fights at Henderson Middle School. I was defending myself. Other kids found out what Carl did and tried to jump me.

So, you admit to fighting. I admit to not lying down and getting beaten. And on the night in question, you struck Carl Briggs with a glass bottle. Isn’t that also violent behavior? He was dragging my 9-year-old sister toward his bedroom. “What was I supposed to do?” It asked politely. Someone in the gallery laughed. The judge called for order, but there was something in her eyes that might have been approval.

Palmer tried another angle. “You claim Carl forced you to make drug deliveries, but isn’t it true that you kept some of the product for yourself? No. You never used drugs? Never. We have testimony from other dealers that you those dealers worked for Carl. They’ll say whatever he tells them to say. Move to strike your honor. Nonresponsive.

Denied. The witness answered the question. Palmer’s face reened. He tried a few more questions, each one deflected or dismantled. Finally, he sat down. Redirect your honor. Catherine Well stood. Proceed. Jason. One final question. Why are you here today? Why go through all of this? Jason looked at the jury.

12 faces, 12 strangers who would decide Carl’s fate. Because those girls can’t speak for themselves. Some of them are dead. Some of them are still missing. And the ones who got out are too scared to talk. Jason’s voice steadied. But I’m not scared anymore. Carl Briggs is a monster. He hurt me. He hurt my sister. He destroyed lives for money. And he needs to pay for that.

Not just for me, for everyone he’s ever hurt. The courtroom was silent. Catherine Wells nodded. Nothing further. You may step down, Judge Morrison said. Jason walked back to his seat. His legs were steady now. His hands had stopped shaking. Bull put an arm around his shoulders as he sat down. You did good, kid. Real good.

Lily grabbed his hand and held on tight. I’m proud of you. Those three words hit Jason harder than anything else that day. The rest of the trial passed in a blur. More witnesses, more evidence, more damning testimony about Carl Briggs and his empire of pain. Carl took the stand in his own defense. It was a disaster. He tried to play the victim, the misunderstood man who’d only wanted to help two orphaned kids, but Catherine Wells tore him apart on cross-examination.

Mr. Briggs, you claim you never harm these children, but we have medical records showing multiple injuries consistent with abuse. Kids get hurt. They rough house, finger-shaped bruises, a fractured wrist, a child’s head slammed into a counter. She fell. She fell multiple times over multiple months with injuries that a licensed medical examiner has testified were deliberately inflicted. Carl had no answer.

His lawyer called for a recess. The judge granted it. During the break, Jason sat on a bench outside the courtroom. Elena had taken Lily to get something to eat. Ghost stood guard nearby. Bull sat downbeside him. How are you holding up? I don’t know. Better than I expected. I guess the hard part’s over. Now we wait.

What if they don’t convict? They’ll convict. You can’t know that. No, but I can believe it and so can you. Bull leaned back. Whatever happens in that room, Jason, you’ve already won. You got Lily out. You survived. You stood up and told the truth in front of the whole world.

That’s more than most people ever do. It doesn’t feel like winning. It never does. Not right away. But one day, you’ll look back on this and realize it was the moment everything changed. The jury deliberated for 6 hours. 6 hours of waiting, pacing, checking phones, jumping every time a door opened. Lily fell asleep against Elena’s shoulder.

Jason couldn’t sit still. He walked the halls of the courthouse until his feet hurt, then walked some more. Finally, the call came. The jury had reached a verdict. They filed back into the courtroom. Jason’s heart was pounding so hard he could barely hear. The judge took her seat. Has the jury reached a verdict? The foreman stood, an older man with gray hair and tired eyes.

We have your honor. On the count of drug trafficking in the first degree, how do you find a he guilty? On the count of money money laundering, how do you find a guilty? On the count of human trafficking of minors, how do you find the foreman paused just for a moment, but it felt like forever. Guilty? The courtroom erupted.

Reporters shouted questions. Spectators gasped and murmured. Carl’s lawyer slumped in his chair. And Carl himself, Carl just sat there staring, his face blank like he couldn’t comprehend what was happening. On the count of child abuse in the first degree, how do you find guilty? On the count of conspiracy to commit human trafficking. Guilty. On and on it went.

17 counts. 17 guilty verdicts. When it was finally over, Judge Morrison turned to Carl. Mr. Briggs, you have been found guilty on all counts. Sentencing will take place in 30 days. But I want to make one thing clear. Her voice was still. You are a predator. You preyed on the vulnerable, the desperate, the innocent, and you did it for money, for power, for your own twisted satisfaction.

She leaned forward. The state of Nevada will be seeking multiple consecutive life sentences. I intend to grant that request. Carl’s eyes finally showed something. Fear, raw, and real. Do you have anything to say? Carl looked at Jason, at Lily, at the people who’d finally brought him down. This isn’t over, he said.

You think you’ve won? You haven’t won anything. I’ll get out. I’ll get him out of my courtroom. The judge’s voice was ice. The baiffs grabbed Carl. He struggled, screamed, threatened. But they dragged him out anyway. The last thing Jason heard was Carl’s voice echoing down the hallway. This isn’t over. But it was. It was finally over.

Jason stood there stunned. Lily was hugging him. Elena was crying. Bull was shaking hands with Margaret. Ghost and Razer were grinning like they just won the lottery. It didn’t feel real. None of it felt real. Jason. Bull’s voice cut through the noise. You did it. You actually did it. We did it. All of us. Bull shook his head. No, this was you.

Your courage, your testimony. You brought him down. Jason didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there letting Lily cling to him, letting the reality slowly sink in. Carl Briggs was going to prison for life. He could never hurt them again. 3 months later, the clubhouse threw a party. Not a big one, just family.

Elena cooked enough food for an army. Ghost brought his famous potato salad that everyone pretended to like. Razor grilled burgers until they were perfect. And in the middle of it all, Jason unveiled his bike. It had taken him three months of work, late nights, bloody knuckles, endless frustration. But he’d done it. The bike gleamed in the afternoon sun, black and chrome with a custom paint job Ghost had helped him design.

And on the gas tank, painted in brilliant red, was a dragon. Lily’s dragon. It’s perfect, Lily breathed. It’s absolutely perfect. Couldn’t have done it without you. Jason ruffled her hair. Your drawing, remember? But you built it. We both did in our own way. Bull walked over a beer in his hand and something else tucked under his arm. A leather vest.

What’s that? Jason asked. Something you have earned. Bull held it out. It was a cut. A prospect’s cut. The Hell’s Angels logo on the back and on the front a single patch. Prospect. Jason stared at it. I’m 15. I know. Can’t officially join until you’re 18, but this makes it official. You’re one of us. Your family.

Bull’s voice was thick. And when you turn 18, if you still want it, full patch will be waiting. Jason took the vest. It was heavier than he expected, but not in a bad way. It felt like responsibility, like belonging. I don’t know what to say. Say you’ll try it on. Jason slipped it over his shoulders. It fit perfectly.

Lily clapped her hands. You look like a real biker.I feel like one. Jason looked at Bull, at Ghost, at Razer and Elena, and everyone who’d saved his life. Thank you for everything. I don’t know where we’d be without you. You’d be surviving, Bull said. That’s what you do. You survive. We just gave you a better place to do it.

That night after the party wound down, Jason found himself on the roof of the clubhouse. It had become his spot, the place he went when he needed to think, to breathe, to remember how far he’d come. Bull found him there, of course. He always did. Can’t sleep. Don’t want to. Not yet. Jason looked up at the stars. I used to hate nights. Every time the sun went down, I’d think, what’s he going to do tonight? What’s going to happen now? It’s just quiet and I don’t know what to do with quiet.

You learn to appreciate it. Is that what you did? Eventually took a long time. Bull sat down beside him. The nightmares stop. Not all at once, but they fade. And one day you realize you went a whole week without thinking about the bad stuff. I’m still waiting for that day. It’ll come. Trust the process.

They sat in silence for a while. Comfortable, easy bull. Yeah. What happens now? What do you mean? I mean, the trial’s over. Carl’s gone. We’re safe. Jason paused. So, what’s next? Bull considered the question. Whatever you want. You can stay here as long as you want. Finish school, learn the trade, build a life. He looked at Jason.

Or you can go find your own path. We won’t stop you. You’d let me leave. Family doesn’t hold you captive. It sets you free. Bull’s voice was soft. But for what it’s worth, I hope you stay. Both of you. This place is better with you in it. Jason thought about everything he’d been through. The beatings, the fear, the endless nights of wondering if tomorrow would be worse.

And then he thought about everything he had now. a home, a family, people who cared about him, not because they had to, but because they chose to. I’m staying, he said. This is home now. Good. Bull stood. Now get some sleep. Ghost wants you in the garage at 7. That bike needs a tuneup before you can actually ride it. 7? That’s brutal.

Welcome to the club. Bull smiled and disappeared through the roof hatch. Jason stayed a few more minutes looking at the stars, breathing in the cool night air. He thought about his mother, about the life she’d had before everything went wrong, about the version of her that used to make pancakes on Saturday mornings and sing songs in the car.

He hoped she was at peace now, wherever she was, and he hoped she could see him, see Lily, see what they’d become. “We made it, Mom,” he whispered into the darkness. “We actually made it.” A breeze stirred, light and warm despite the season. Maybe she heard, maybe she didn’t. But Jason chose to believe she did. One year later, Jason turned 16.

The club threw him another party. Bigger this time, more people, more food, a cake Elena had spent 2 days making. Lily had grown 3 in. She was in fifth grade now, top of her class, had more friends than she knew what to do with. still carried that rabbit everywhere. But now it was nostalgia, not survival. Jason had changed, too. Taller, broader.

The scars were still there, visible and invisible, but they’d faded. He smiled more, laughed more, slept through most nights without nightmares. He’d started high school in the fall, made the honor role by spring, even joined a club automotive. Obviously, Ghost joked that he was already better than half the certified mechanics in town. Dr.

Webb had cut their sessions to once a month. Not because you don’t need support, she’d said, “But because you’ve learned to support yourself.” The bike, his bike, sat in the garage, gleaming. He’d ridden it twice now. Short trips around the block with ghost watching like a nervous parent. But soon he’d get his license. Soon he’d ride for real.

The party was winding down when Bull found him. Got something for you. Bull held out an envelope. Was going to wait, but seems right to do it now. Jason opened it. Inside was a certificate. Official legal. This is adoption papers. Elena filed them 6 months ago. It’s official now. You and Lily are legally hers. Bull’s voice was rough.

And by extension, you’re legally ours. family for real. Jason stared at the paper. His name, Lily’s name, Elena’s signature, a judge’s seal. I don’t I didn’t know she was she wanted to surprise you. We all did. Jason’s vision blurred. He wiped his eyes fast, but there was no hiding it.

I never had a real family before, he said. Not really. Mom tried, but she was so broken. And Carl. Carl was never family. He was just a monster wearing a human face. I know, but this Jason held up the paper. This is real. This means something. Is it means everything? Bull put a hand on his shoulder. You’re not alone anymore, Jason.

You haven’t been for a long time, but now it’s official. No one can take that away. Jason looked across the yard. Elena was sitting with Lily, teaching her how to braid hair.Ghost was arguing with Razer about the best way to season a steak. Members and their families were scattered everywhere laughing and talking and living.

His family, his people, his home. Thank you, Jason said, for all of it. For opening that door, for taking a chance on two kids you didn’t know. We knew enough. Bull smiled. We knew you were worth saving both of you. How How could you know that? Bull was quiet for a moment. because I was you once shared alone, convinced I wasn’t worth anything.

And then someone opened a door for me. His voice softened. It’s not about knowing Jason. It’s about choosing. Choosing to help. Choosing to care. Choosing to believe that people can heal can grow can become more than their worst moments. And what if you’re wrong? Then you try again with the next person and the next. Bull’s eyes were steady.

But I wasn’t wrong about you. I knew it from the moment you said those words. I’m not asking for me. I’m scared for her. That’s who you are. That’s who you’ve always been. Jason thought about that night. The rain, the fear, the desperate hope that someone somewhere would help. He’d been so scared, so tired, so close to giving up.

And then a door had opened. I’m going to do that someday, Jason said. Open a door for someone else. Pay it forward. I know you will. Bull clapped him on the shoulder. But not today. Today’s your birthday. So go eat some cake play with your sister and just be a kid for once. Jason laughed. It came easy now. Natural. Okay, but tomorrow.

Tomorrow you’re back in the garage at 7. That’s still brutal. That’s still the job. But they were both smiling. Jason walked back to the party. Lily saw him coming and launched herself at him nearly knocking him over. Did you see the cake? Elena put a motorcycle on it. A real motorcycle made of frosting. I saw.

Can we cut it now, please? Yeah, let’s cut it. They walked together toward the table where Elena was waiting, knife in hand, that warm smash on her face. Jason looked around one more time. At the clubhouse, at the bikes, at the people who had become his family. One year ago, he’d been a scared kid with nothing but a broken sister in a prayer. Now he was home.

And for the first time in his life, Jason Cole knew exactly where he belonged. The Hell’s Angels weren’t looking to be heroes. They were just people who saw someone in need and chose to act. And sometimes that’s all it takes. Sometimes the family that saves us isn’t the one we’re born into.

It’s the one that chooses us back. Jason gave everything to protect Lily. And in return, he found something he’d stopped believing existed. A place to belong, people who cared, and a future worth living for. One knock on a door at midnight. That’s all it took to change