By midnight, every man who wore the red and white had heard the story.
Not the whole thing. Not yet.
Just enough.
Savannah had been found alive.
The Black Vipers had taken her.
And an eight-year-old boy had stayed with her when grown men would have run.
The message traveled from clubhouse to clubhouse, from roaring bikes at truck stops …
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