The table was slammed so hard that it made all the glasses in the restaurant rattle; the sound echoed throughout the room as the biker leader leaped to his feet, his rage sweeping everything away: \u201cTHAT NAME IS DEAD!\u201d And just like that, the laughter, the murmurs, the movement\u2026 everything vanished, leaving only silence and the sound of his breathing as the camera focused on the girl, who didn\u2019t move, didn\u2019t flinch, didn\u2019t even blink\u2014she simply stood there as if she\u2019d been waiting for this very moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you\u2019d say that\u2026,\u201d she replied in a low voice, and that was enough to shift something dangerous in the room\u2014hands gripping their cups, chairs scraping slightly, the men sitting up straight without being told, because now this was no longer a joke\u2014and the biker leader stepped forward, more slowly this time, his voice dropping, heavy with something he couldn\u2019t hide,<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026who told you that, girl?\u201d but she didn\u2019t rush, she didn\u2019t panic; she simply reached into her pocket with steady hands, all eyes fixed on her, every breath held, until she\u2026 spoke again, softer now, her voice almost breaking,<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2026 before they took him away,\u201d and the words struck harder than any punch, a glass slipping from someone\u2019s hands, barely caught, whispers spreading like a shockwave\u2014\u201c\u2026they took him away?\u201d\u2014as the camera zoomed in on the biker leader\u2019s face, capturing the exact moment and<\/p>\n
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