“THAT’S MY DAD’S HARLEY, HAHA…” MY DAD HID A DARK SECRET FOR 26 YEARS, UNTIL FOUR BIKER HELL’S ANGELS OUTLAWS STORMED OUR LOS ANGELES DINER TO REPAY A DEADLY DEBT!
Even after twenty six years, he knew exactly who was pulling into our driveway. He walked to the garage door and stood in the center of the frame. The four bikers cut their engines. The sudden silence was suffocating. Brick stepped off his bike first. Then Duke. Then Sparky. Vic struggled a bit, his hands…
