My name is Sarah, and I’m fourteen now. Seven years have passed since the night that shattered my childhood and reshaped everything I thought I knew about safety, family, and loyalty. It was the night a man hurt me—and the night my grandfather stepped in and stopped something far worse. What followed was a battle he should never have had to fight alone, a battle that only found justice when a group of bikers—men with worn leather vests and weathered faces—stood up for him after the system failed to. Back then, my grandfather lived in a small garage apartment behind...
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