The Biker's Secret Mark That Saved a Terrified Girl in a Roadside Diner

Secrets of the Winged Skull

Zoe didn't hesitate. She bolted through the heavy kitchen door, the cold night air hitting her face like a slap. Seconds later, the door flew open again, and Knox stepped out, his boots crunching on the gravel alleyway. Right behind him was Clint, his expression a mixture of confusion and boiling anger. The tension between the two bikers was palpable, a silent war waiting to ignite.

"What are you doing, Knox?"

Clint spat, stepping forward.

"That girl is Marcus’s kid. You know what the Vipers are offering for her? She’s got the ledger her old man stole before he kicked the bucket. We hand her over, and our turf wars are done!"

Zoe backed away, her hands trembling. She had indeed found her father’s old journal, filled with the illegal dealings of the rival Vipers gang, but she had no idea it would paint such a massive target on her back. She had run to the only place her father had ever mentioned in his letters—the Iron Skulls' territory.

Knox stepped between Clint and Zoe, his massive chest rising and falling. His eyes burned with a protective fury.

"Marcus was my brother, Clint. He took a bullet for me ten years ago,"

Knox said, his voice dangerously low.

"When he got that winged skull inked on his arm, and then on his daughter's, it wasn't a gang symbol. It was a blood oath. Anyone carrying that mark is under my personal protection. If you think I’m going to sell Marcus’s daughter to the Vipers, you’ve forgotten what this club stands for."

Clint sneered, reaching toward his waistband. He had already made a deal with the Vipers, and he wasn't about to let Knox's old-school loyalty ruin his payday.