My Daughter Saw Her Biker Dad Called A Criminal — Then His Club Walked Into Her School

Synopsis

I met Marcus Donnelly when I was twenty-eight and too tired to believe in men with loud engines. He was sitting alone at Hank’s Route 66 Diner in Williams, Arizona, at the corner booth where truckers usually took their coffee black and their eggs overcooked. He had a leather cut folded beside him, not on him, and that mattered later. His hands were wrapped…