That night was not the end — it was only the beginning. The bikers refused to let Sarah and Tyler return to danger. One of their brothers, a lawyer nicknamed “Shark,” went with Sarah to file for protection while the rest of the club took Tyler to their clubhouse.
They bought him the biggest chocolate milkshake he’d ever seen. For the first time that day, Tyler’s shoulders relaxed. His laughter returned. For a brief moment, he looked like the little boy he was, not a child carrying impossible burdens.
