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

“I’ll see if your father is ready for visitors,” I said, moving toward the door.

Rachel brushed past me. “I don’t need permission to see my own father.”

When I got into Bull’s room, Duke was lying beside the bed, head resting gently on Bull’s lap. Bull looked pale but peaceful.
“Bull,” I said softly, “your daughter’s here — with police. She says she wants to take Duke.”

Bull’s face went ashen. “Rachel? My Rachel?” His voice cracked. “I haven’t seen her in eight years.”Continue reading…