“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.”
“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.”Continue reading…
