Bikers Dragged a Screaming Woman Out of a Church in Front of 200 People

single thing I thought I knew about them was about to be wrong.

My husband Tom grabbed my wrist.

“Go find Bethany,” he said. “Go now. She needs you.”

I ran.

I went out the same side door the bikers had used. The afternoon sun hit me so hard I had to stop and shade my eyes. My heels sank into the grass.

I expected to find a struggle. I expected to find men continue reading …