Chapter 2
The giant biker didn't flinch. Instead, he looked down at Lily, whose fingernails were digging into his skin through his leather vest. In the ultimate moment of desperation, a wild, brilliant plan entered Lily’s mind. She knew Marcus would fight any man who tried to protect her as a stranger, but he was a coward when it came to blood feuds and family protection dynamics deeply rooted in American motorcycle culture.
"Tell him you're my son," Lily hissed in a desperate, pleading whisper, her voice cracking. "Tell him I belong to you. It's the only thing he fears."
Jax looked at the weeping woman, then looked up at Marcus, who was now stomping toward their booth. A dark, predatory smile slowly touched the biker's lips. He understood the assignment. He understood that some bullies needed to be broken by a reality they couldn't control.
The other man slowly stood up, his massive frame radiating pure, intimidating authority as he stared down the attacker. Jax kept rising, forcing Marcus to halt his advance as the biker’s head nearly brushed against the low-hanging light fixtures.
"You're making a lot of noise in my diner, boy," Jax growled, his voice a low, heavy rumble that vibrated the silverware on the tables.
Marcus sneered, though his hand instinctively drifted toward his belt. "Move aside, biker. That woman back there is my wife. She belongs to me, and I'm taking her home. This is none of your business."
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The abusive pursuer didn't expect anyone to intervene. Instead of a successful capture, his arrogant supremacy shattered instantly when the giant biker claimed the frightened woman as his own flesh and blood.
Jax took a single, massive step forward, completely blocking Lily from view. "You've got your facts wrong, sweetheart," Jax whispered, his eyes narrowing into cold slits of ice. "That woman right there? She’s my mother. And in my family, we don't take kindly to trash coming into our house making threats."
