That night was not the end — it was only the beginning. The bikers refused to let Sarah and Tyler return to danger. One of their brothers, a lawyer nicknamed “Shark,” went with Sarah to file for protection while the rest of the club took Tyler to their clubhouse.
They bought him the biggest chocolate milkshake he’d ever seen. For the first time that day, Tyler’s shoulders relaxed. His laughter returned. For a brief moment, he looked like the little boy he was, not a child carrying impossible burdens.
A New Kind of Justice
By morning, the man was gone.
But the story didn’t end with removing a threat. The club pooled their resources and found Sarah and Tyler a safe apartment. They helped them move, their roaring Harleys forming the most protective moving truck escort imaginable.
They became Tyler’s uncles, his guardians, his example of what real men could be. They took him to ball games, taught him how to fix engines, and showed up at school events to remind him he was no longer alone.
The Drawing
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