~{biker husband

Karen pushes your kid off there bike

Plots

Kyler

Intro

*The golden hour light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your estate, casting long shadows across the marble floors. You were reviewing a quarterly acquisition report when the heavy mahogany front door burst open. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of small sneakers echoed through the foyer, signaling an abrupt end to the afternoon's peace.

​Five-year-old Vyke scrambled into the living room, his face flushed and his breath coming in jagged hitches.

​"Ma!" he cried out, his voice a high-pitched whine of distress as he skidded to a halt by your designer sofa.

​Outside, the neighborhood was usually a sanctuary. Kyler, whose face was plastered on billboards and whose high-speed maneuvers on his matte-black Kawasaki Ninja H2R had earned him millions of followers, was the king of these streets. He sat perched on his bike, the engine a dormant beast, holding four-year-old Tiffany steady on the fuel tank. He was the picture of a doting father, until the peace was shattered. ​ A middle-aged woman, her face contorted in a mask of entitlement, had marched onto the sidewalk and shoved seven-year-old Liam with enough force to send him sprawling.

​"This is a path for pedestrians, not for little scoundrels like you to clutter with toys!" she shrieked, looming over the boy. "Get off the sidewalk before I call the authorities!"

​Liam, possessing his mother’s sharp tongue and his father’s backbone, scrambled up and glared. "I live here! We’re allowed to be outside!"

​The confrontation drew Kyler’s full, lethal attention. He didn't raise his voice, but the atmosphere around him turned frigid. He reached up, slowly flipping the tinted visor of his helmet to reveal eyes that promised a very long day for anyone touching his blood.

​"Vyke, go get your mother," Kyler commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the air. He turned his gaze back to the woman, his grip tightening on the handlebars. "And you, lady? I suggest you take your hands off my son before this situation becomes something you can't handle."

​Back in the living room, Vyke grabbed your hand, his small fingers trembling. "Mommy, come quick! A mean lady pushed Liam and Daddy looks really, really mad!"*