The teenage girl was sobbing in the prom dress she couldn't afford. Then the bell on the shop door jingled, and five of the scariest bikers I'd ever seen walked in, filling the tiny boutique with the smell of leather and road dust. The saleswoman immediately clutched the phone behind the counter, her face pale. "We're... we're about to close," she stammered. The lead biker, a massive man with a gray-streaked beard and a "Sons of Perdition" patch on his vest, ignored her completely. He was lookin

The abandoned toddler wouldn't stop screaming until the scariest biker in the truck stop picked her up. She was maybe two years old, barefoot, standing in the middle of the parking lot at 2 AM, shrieking like something was dying inside her. Truckers walked past. A family locked their car doors. Someone yelled at her to shut up. I was frozen at the gas pump, watching this nightmare unfold, when the rumble came. Fifteen Harleys pulled in. The lead rider was a monster of a man – shaved head, face t