Marco
All three bikers are staring me down. Ember’s father is big, intimidating, fuckin.g scary, even. Her brother isn’t much smaller, though he’s just as daunting.
But her uncle?
Jesus Christ, he’s a monster in comparison and twice as scary. I’m not sure they won’t beat the shi.t out of me right here and right now for so much as holding Ember’s hand, which I am doing, and I don’t intend to let go. They might be intimidating, but I won’t pretend to not care about Ember when she’s all I care about.
“I’m Tank. This is Hammer.” Tank points to himself and then his brother. “And this is my son, Eagle. We’re not here to cause no trouble, but Ember is my only daughter, and I’m here to make sure she’s okay.”
Fair enough.
“Nice to meet you,” I say with a tip of my head.
“Have you told hi
