The tennis academy was shut down. Bradley got life without parole. His brother, the Deputy Chief, was fired and charged with obstruction of justice. Fourteen families got justice.
And I learned the hardest lesson of my life: sometimes the people we fear most are the ones trying to save us. Sometimes criminals aren’t the ones in handcuffs. And sometimes a biker kidnapping a judge’s daughter is the greatest act of love imaginable.
Tina and I visit his grave every Sunday. She leaves tennis balls—deflated ones. Her way of showing that Bradley no longer has power. That Robert won. That she’s free.
The Lost Souls MC still checks on us. Still protects the kids Robert saved. They’ve taken over his nonprofit. Last month they helped expose another predator. Saved three more kids.
People ask me how I feel about bikers now. About the men who look dangerous and ride loud motorcycles and wear leather vests.
I tell them the truth: A biker kidnapped my daughter. Held her for ransom. Committed multiple felonies.
And it was the best thing that ever happened to us.Continue reading…
