The tiny kitten meowed once.
That was enough to silence an entire biker yard.
A chubby little boy stood in the dust, tears streaming down his cheeks as he held the trembling animal against his chest.
“Sir… please… can you buy my kitten?”
The bikers exchanged confused looks.
One laughed nervously.
“What is this, kid?”
The boy hugged the kitten tighter.
“It’s real… my dad saved him.”
A biker crouched beside him.
“Why are you selling him?”
The boy’s lip trembled.
“My dad… he won’t wake up…”
The yard went silent.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
The biker leader gently took the kitten and noticed an old metal biker tag hanging from its neck.
His face changed instantly.
“Where did you get this?”
The boy wiped his eyes.
“My dad said… you would know.”
The leader stared at him.
“What’s your father’s name?”
The little boy took a shaky breath.
“He told me to find you because—”
The kitten meowed.
The biker leader froze.
Part 2 in the comments. 👇
