Duke pressed against him, whining softly.
Rachel reached for Duke’s collar. He let out a low, warning growl — the first I’d ever heard.
The older officer shook his head. “Ma’am, I’m not getting between that dog and his owner. This isn’t our call.”
Bull’s voice broke. “Please, baby girl. I’ll give you my bike, my house, anything. Just don’t take Duke.”
“I don’t want your things,” she spat. “I want you to face what you’ve done.”
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.Continue reading…
