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

That’s when it hit me — this wasn’t about the dog. This was about revenge. Years of buried resentment spilling out.

“What did he ever do,” I asked quietly, “except love you?”

Rachel turned on me. “He embarrassed me. My whole childhood, I was the biker’s daughter. People thought my dad was a criminal.”

Bull’s voice was faint. “I never broke a law, baby. Never.”

“You loved your bike more than your family,” she said.

Before I could respond, the monitors screamed — his heart rate spiking. I hit the call button.

Dr. Reynolds rushed in. “What’s going on?”

“This woman’s trying to remove his dog against his will,” I said quickly.

Dr. Reynolds looked at Bull, at Rachel, then at Duke. “Get out,” he said. “Now.”

Rachel lifted her chin. “I have a court order—”

“I don’t care if it’s signed by God,” the doctor snapped. “You’re endangering my patient.”

At that moment, a new voice came from the doorway. “The dog isn’t yours.”

It was Tommy — Bull’s oldest friend and club brother. I’d called him when the shouting started.

Tommy stepped to the bed. “Brother, you okay?”

“She’s trying to take Duke,” Bull said weakly.

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