Uneasy Murmurs
A low murmur rippled through the crowd as bikers at the back exchanged hushed words. “What do you think’s gonna happen?” one whispered, eyes flicking toward the trucker. Responses varied—some shrugged, others speculated—but the unspoken agreement was clear. Something was about to break, like the air itself was holding its breath, just waiting for a single spark to set everything off.
Uneasy Murmurs
The Leather Jacket
With an effortless motion, the trucker reached into his rig and pulled out a weathered leather jacket, slipping it on as if he had all the time in the world. His composure remained unshaken, his every move deliberate, unfazed by the lingering mockery. Something about his quiet confidence sent another ripple through the crowd—this wasn’t just a man standing his ground; this was someone who had nothing to prove, yet demanded respect without a single word.
The Leather Jacket
