Biker’s Estranged Daughter Showed Up With Police To Take His Dog While He Was Dying

“I’m not here for a reunion,” Rachel said coldly. “The hospital contacted me as next of kin. You’re keeping a dangerous dog here. I’m taking it.”

“Duke’s not dangerous,” Bull pleaded. “He saved my life.”

“He’s a liability,” Rachel said, turning to the officers. “Help me remove the animal.”

Duke rose, stepping protectively between them — calm but alert.

“See?” Rachel said triumphantly. “Aggressive behavior.”

“Ma’am,” one officer replied, “the dog isn’t being aggressive. He’s just standing there.”

Bull’s monitors started beeping. “Rachel, please,” I said. “You’re upsetting him.”

Rachel’s voice cracked like a whip. “Mom died ashamed of you. A biker. A disgrace. You never cared about family — just your club and your motorcycle.”

Bull was crying openly now. “I worked for you, baby. Three jobs. I gave you everything I could.”

“Mom told me the truth,” Rachel said. “You spent money on your bike instead of us. You humiliated her.”

“That’s not true,” Bull whispered. “She loved that life. She loved me.”

“She was ashamed!” Rachel shouted. “And so was I!”

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