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

window and then heard it stop being a voice.

She saw Kyle against the truck.

She saw the bikers.

She saw my pickup with Ava in the passenger seat.

She screamed my name.

“DEAN. DEAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. WHAT IS THIS.”

I got out of the truck.

I walked toward her until I was close enough to speak quietly.

I had imagined this conversation for four months. I had continue reading …