A young girl timidly approached a group of bikers with a quiet plea for help, whispering that her mother warned her they had to remain silent. Her fearful voice instantly caught their attention, suggesting that something far more serious was happening.

And a scar running across his cheek from a fight that had happened long before most of the younger bikers at the table had even started riding.

Stone was in the middle of telling a story when the bar door exploded open.

The brass bell above the frame slammed loudly against the wood.

Conversations stopped.

A pool cue froze in mid-air.