"Sit down!"
he roared back at Thomas, who was trying to recover.
Clay kicked open the first door he found, which led to a brightly lit bathroom. There, huddled on the cold tile floor, was Megan. She was weeping, her shoulders shaking with terror. Clay's heart sank, but he kept his composure. Kneeling beside her, he spoke softly.
"Easy, I got you,"
he murmured, offering a strong hand.
He guided Megan outside, where Danny was waiting. The moment the boy saw his mother, he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around her waist in a desperate hug. Clay stood protectively over them, his gaze locked onto Thomas, who had followed them out onto the porch.
"Try it again,"
Clay warned, his voice low and dangerous.
The Secret on the Porch
Thomas stood on the porch, his face pale with a mixture of rage and fear. He looked at Clay's imposing frame, then at Megan, who was still trembling behind the biker.
"You don't know what you're getting into, biker,"
Thomas spat, trying to regain his composure.
"This is family business. She’s my late brother's wife, and she's living in a house that belongs to me!"