The reason? A little seven-year-old girl named Lily, who would rush through the doors, her tiny arms reaching up as she cried, “Uncle Bear!” before climbing into his lap.
Most people thought they were witnessing something sinister. A hardened biker meeting a child in secret. A man who didn’t belong around kids.
The Meeting Everyone Misunderstood
Bear—no one called him by his real name anymore—had been a Marine for twenty years. After retiring, he rode with a motorcycle club, carrying memories of combat that never fully left him. To outsiders, he looked intimidating.
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