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

Tommy turned to Rachel. “You remember me. You used to ride on the back of my bike when you were five. Thought your daddy hung the moon.”

“That was before I knew what he really was,” Rachel said.

Tommy’s eyes hardened. “You mean a man who sold his prized ’72 Shovelhead to pay for your college? The bike he loved more than anything?”

Rachel froze. “He… sold it?”

“Every penny went to your tuition,” Tommy said. “He never told you because he didn’t want you to feel guilty. You didn’t even let him come to your graduation.”

Bull looked stunned. “How’d you know that?”

“The whole club knew,” Tommy said. “You cried that night, brother. Said it was worth it for her future.”

Rachel’s voice cracked. “He never told me.”

“Because that’s who he is,” Tommy said. “He gives and never asks for anything back. And now, when he’s fighting to live, you’re here to take away the one thing keeping him going?”

Rachel’s eyes welled up. “I just wanted him to be normal.”

“He is normal,” I said softly. “He loves you unconditionally — even after all this.”

Rachel looked at her father, really seeing him for the first time. “Daddy?” she whispered.

Bull reached out a trembling hand. “Baby girl. I’m so sorry I embarrassed you. I did my best.”

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