Yesterday, three officers arrived to investigate what everyone assumed was a predator grooming a child, but what they discovered made the entire restaurant go dead silent.
She grabbed the biker’s arm with her tiny hands. “Are they taking you away too? Like they took Daddy?”
The biker – who everyone called Bear – put his huge hand gently on her head.
“Nobody’s taking me anywhere, sweetheart. We haven’t done anything wrong.”
But his eyes were already calculating exits. Watching the officers’ hands.
Twenty years of Marine Corps training and fifteen years riding with the Nomad Warriors MC had taught him to read a room in seconds.
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