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

Old bikers I hadn’t seen in twenty-two years showed up in my driveway at 4 a.m.

Eleven of them. Twelve motorcycles. Lights off. Engines so quiet I knew they had coasted the last block in neutral.

Their president was my brother. Not by blood. By something stronger than blood.

I hadn’t spoken to him since the day I walked away from the club to marry Melissa.continue reading …