The Night Twenty Bikers Walked Into My Diner, Everyone Assumed I Was in Danger—But When I Discovered What They Were Really After, and the Note They Left Behind, I Realized the True Threat Wasn’t Sitting in Leather Jackets…
The Bell That Screamed When the bell over the door went off, it didn’t jingle—it shrieked. Two dozen bikers filled every booth in a wave of leather, road dust, and engine heat. My boss took one look, muttered something about “inventory,” and vanished out the back. So it was just me. And them. For the first…