“I am cooperating,” the biker answered calmly as the suited man shouted, “She is my daughter, and I have every right to stand beside her!”
The word daughter tipped the crowd further against the biker, and boos began to rise from the bleachers while several parents shook their heads in visible disgust. No one asked why Addison had not stepped forward to embrace the man, and no one seemed to notice the way her hands were shaking so severely that the tassel on her cap quivered.
The biker reached slowly into the inner pocket of his vest, prompting another wave of alarmed gasps, and security stiffened as though expecting a weapon, but he withdrew only a phone and began typing with steady thumbs. The suited man tried once more to stand fully, and once more the biker stepped into his path, not striking him but containing him.
Police sirens began to wail faintly outside the school, and tension thickened into something volatile as the suited man shouted, “I have every legal right to be here!”
“That is not what the court said,” the biker replied evenly.