He found her in a princess dress soaked in her mother’s blood, the kind of image that no one should ever have to witness. The dress, once bright and joyful, now clung to her small frame, heavy with tragedy and fear. At five years old, she had already stared into a darkness most adults never face in a lifetime. Her eyes, wide with confusion and terror, locked onto him as if searching for the only safe harbor left in the world. And in that instant, something inside the tattooed, hardened biker shifted. He had spent decades drifting, living in the margins, thinking life was about survival, freedom, and nothing else. Yet here, in front of him, was a child who had no one, and something primal and unshakable told him: he would not walk away.
