Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

city. But the bank’s lawyer is already on the phone. They want a head.”

“Then take mine.”

“Stop it.” He looked up. His eyes were wet. “Just stop. I’m trying to help you, you stubborn son of a bitch.”

I leaned back in the chair. My back screamed at me.

“He won’t talk,” Donny said. “He’s protecting all of you. Including you. Especially you. You walk in there continue reading …