This little girl (picture below) walked into a biker bar at midnight and asked the scariest-looking man there if he could help her find her mommy.
Every leather-clad rider in that smoke-filled room went dead silent as this tiny child in pajamas covered in Disney princesses stood in the doorway, tears streaming down her face, looking at thirty rough bikers like they were her last hope.
She walked straight to Snake, the six-foot-four president of the Iron Wolves MC with a face full of scars and arms like tree trunks, tugged on his leather vest, and said the words that would mobilize an entire motorcycle club and expose the darkest secret in our town.
"The bad man locked Mommy in the basement and she won't wake up," she whispered. "He said if I told anyone, he'd hurt my baby brother. But Mommy said bikers protect people."
Not police. Not neighbors. Not any of the "respectable" people in town. This little girl had been told by her mother that if she ever needed help, real help, find the bikers.
Snake knelt down to her level, his massive frame making her look even smaller. The entire bar held its breath.
"What's your name, princess?" he asked, his voice gentler than any of us had ever heard it.
"Emma," she said, then added something that made every biker in that room reach for their phones: "The bad man is a policeman. That's why Mommy said only find bikers."
Policeman? This means he'd involve the force, and they'll easily blame bikers and put them in jail.
But without a second thought, Snake picked up Emma like she weighed nothing, this terrifying-looking man cradling her like precious cargo.
"Brothers," he said to the room. "We...... (continue reading in the link below...)
Bikers Are Good... "Mommy said bikers protect people."
Every leather-clad rider in that smoke-filled room went dead silent as this tiny child in pajamas covered in Disney princesses stood in the doorway, tears streaming down her face, looking at thirty rough bikers like they were her last hope.
She walked straight to Snake, the six-foot-four president of the Iron Wolves MC with a face full of scars and arms like tree trunks, tugged on his leather vest, and said the words that would mobilize an entire motorcycle club and expose the darkest secret in our town.
"The bad man locked Mommy in the basement and she won't wake up," she whispered. "He said if I told anyone, he'd hurt my baby brother. But Mommy said bikers protect people."
Not police. Not neighbors. Not any of the "respectable" people in town. This little girl had been told by her mother that if she ever needed help, real help, find the bikers.
Snake knelt down to her level, his massive frame making her look even smaller. The entire bar held its breath.
"What's your name, princess?" he asked, his voice gentler than any of us had ever heard it.
"Emma," she said, then added something that made every biker in that room reach for their phones: "The bad man is a policeman. That's why Mommy said only find bikers."
Policeman? This means he'd involve the force, and they'll easily blame bikers and put them in jail.
But without a second thought, Snake picked up Emma like she weighed nothing, this terrifying-looking man cradling her like precious cargo.
"Brothers," he said to the room. "We...... (continue reading in the link below...)
Bikers Are Good... "Mommy said bikers protect people."
