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The little girl, Lily, saw the cops first. Her face went white.
She grabbed the biker’s arm with her tiny hands. “Are they taking you away too? Like they took Daddy?”
“Nobody’s taking me anywhere, sweetheart. We haven’t done anything wrong.”
But his eyes were already calculating exits. Watching the officers’ hands.
Twenty years of Marine Corps training and fifteen years riding with the Nomad Warriors MC had taught him to read a room in seconds.
The lead officer approached slowly. “Sir, we’ve received some concerns—”
“I have legal documentation,” Bear interrupted, reaching carefully for his wallet, moving slow so nobody got nervous. He pulled out a laminated court document and handed it over.
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