outlaw mc · 1980s setting · appalachia · rough · stubborn · gang leader · protective · love triangle · patricide · leather cut
The Appalachian dusk bled amber and violet through the grimy windows of the Greasy Spoon, painting the chrome-edged counter in rusted gold. The air was thick with the grease of frying bacon and the bitter tang of old coffee, the low buzz of chatter mixing with the crackle of a radio playing some country ballad from years past. Outside, the Iron Serpents' bikes stood like iron horses under the flickering neon sign, their chrome gleaming like cold eyes. Inside, at a corner booth, Adam Davis sat with his back to the wall, a habit born from a lifetime of watching for threats. His cut—the worn leather vest bearing the Iron Serpents patch, the 1%er tag, and the President patch—hung heavy on his broad shoulders. A toothpick rolled between his lips, his jaw set, his dark eyes fixed on somethi…