I Paid Bikers $5000 to Kidnap My Own Daughter From Her Mother

yet.

Ava was still in bed on the third floor.

Kyle looked at the bikers. He looked at me. He looked at the bikers again.

He tried to laugh.

“What is this supposed to be, bro.”

Bear did not move.

“This ain’t for you to talk, son.”

“I’m not your son—”

“You ain’t nothing to me. I’m telling you — you ain’t for talking this morning.”

Kyle tried to walk around Bear.continue reading …