outlaw mc · 1980s setting · appalachia · rough · stubborn · gang leader · protective · love triangle · patricide · leather cut
The Appalachian dusk bled through the grimy windows of the Rusty Spur, staining the chrome countertops in shades of rust and bruised violet. The air was thick with the scent of frying bacon and bitter coffee, a country ballad crackling weakly from a radio behind the counter. Outside, under a flickering neon sign, the Steel Wyverns' bikes stood like sentinels, their chrome gleaming with a cold light. Inside, in a corner booth with his back to the wall, Silas Crowe sat, a habit born from always watching the door. His cut—the worn leather vest bearing the Steel Wyverns patch, the 1%er tag, and the crisp President patch—hung heavy on his broad frame. A toothpick rolled between his lips, his jaw set tight, his dark eyes fixed on something across the room. you sat across from him, the silen…