Six Bikers Walked Out Of The Maternity Ward With My Dead Sister’s Newborn Baby

Thomas,

If Cat is reading this, it means she came to meet you. It means she’s ready to understand.

Please tell her she’s welcome in Marcus Jr.’s life. Tell her I want her to be his aunt. I want him to know his family—all of it. The sister I grew up with AND the brothers who saved my life.

Tell her I didn’t choose between her and the club. I chose both. I want my son to have ALL his family around him.

Please take care of my baby. And please take care of my sister. She’s going to be so lost when I’m gone. She’ll need you too, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

With love, Sarah

I looked at Thomas. At this terrifying-looking man with tattoos and leather and a beard that would scare children.

They’re not just bikers. They’re Guardians. They protect the vulnerable. They save the lost. They love the broken.

They saved my sister. And when she died, they kept her promise.

They’re raising Marcus Jr. to be exactly the kind of man his father was. The kind of man who finds a homeless girl under a bridge and sees someone worth saving.

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