Little Girl Ran Past Everyone Else To Grab The Scariest Biker In The Parking Lot

He extended his hand. “I’m Scratch. That’s Bones over there, Hammer by the stairs. Tank’s our president.”

“I’m Sarah,” I said, shaking his hand. “I was at the gas station. I saw Emma run to Tank.”

Scratch nodded. “Tank’s got that effect on kids in trouble. Something about him – they just know he’s safe. Been doing this for twenty-two years now, ever since…”

He trailed off, but I sensed there was a story there. Before I could ask, a commotion at the elevator drew our attention. A man in his thirties, disheveled and agitated, was trying to push past Bones.

“I want to see my daughter!” he was shouting. “Emma! Where’s Emma?”

Every biker in the hallway tensed. This had to be Ray Hutchinson.

Bones, all 6’4″ of him, simply stood in front of the elevator, arms crossed. “Sir, I’m going to need you to calm down.”

“Get out of my way, you freak! That’s my kid in there!” Ray tried to shove past, but Bones didn’t budge.

“No sir,” Bones said calmly. “That’s Emma Bradley in there. And you’re Ray Hutchinson, who has an active warrant for assault and attempted kidnapping.”

Ray’s face went from red to purple. “You can’t keep me from my daughter!”

“I’m not keeping you from anyone,” Bones replied. “I’m just standing here. If you want to file a complaint, you can speak to hospital security. Or the police officers who are already on their way up.”

Sure enough, two officers emerged from the stairwell – they’d been waiting, I realized. This had been coordinated.

“Ray Hutchinson,” the lead officer said, “you’re under arrest for assault, attempted kidnapping, and violation of a protection order.”

As they cuffed him, Ray started screaming. “She’s mine! Emma is mine! You can’t keep her from me! I’ll kill all of you!”

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